Forgotten...

There's something a little forlorn about a child's lost toy. We've passed this little fellow several times this week on the school run, in all weathers. He looks cheeful none the less.

Part of me wants to pick him up, take him home, give him a wash and the love he so rightly deserves. The other part of me thinks, 'Ooo, skanky.'


In other news...

Pregnancy - That condition that fools you into thinking you can do stupid shit. Like, wash the cot mattress cover.