Is it a frame, isn't it a frame

For some reason, I looked at last years photo and as in the one below to the right as well as the text. I told Madame that I was sure that child #2 would remember the joke she told us this time last year, a joke she certainly hasn't told us since then.

She first of all tried what was her first joke but I managed to prompt her with the third line of the joke. Somehow she remembered it. What I thought was some random scatalogical P2 nonsense obviously was a bit more memorable than that.

After the excitement of yesterday's concert, my ears were throbbing, boy psychedelic power rock be can pretty damn loud. Interestingly, several potential gigs on the horizon.

Today Madame constructed another new storage thing for the girls which is moving the debris off the floor and into high rising debris collection units. She did manage to dispense with about 3 white bags full of 'stuff/fluff/toy bits and bobs (remember that is princess' ear trumpet, well that was invented but it was that kind of most precious item). Unfortunately the wholly random nature of the children's rubble/landfill is such that nothing could really be sifted out.

Which leads me to the thought about nappies, for some obscure reason. If millions of nappies are landfilled every day and the plastic in them will not go away for years, how come there is little concerted action to do something about this. I fail to understand why this is not a bit of a priority to be sorted pretty damn soon, when the landfills are all full.

A complete blur of a day, from start to finish

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