Fifteen

She's a brilliant girl, is Daisy. Lives like an idle tramp, spends all her money and time on make up, drives me insane with her inability to speak to anyone, including ordering food in restaurants ('they might think I am being rude, telling them what to do'....), has a razor sharp wit which after living with her father all her life means she has sarcasm down to a fine art, has the softest heart of anyone I know and makes me laugh a lot. Happy birthday baby girl x

We bought her a Sherlock Holmes board game, it wasn't brilliant. It made Jay furious with annoyance at quite how boring it was, not a success.

And Lidl have a fine Halloween selection in today as fashioned here, if that is of interest. Will has insisted sitting in a pitch dark living room lit by one small orange candles for two hours. Special he is, I tell you.

Three Daisy blips in a row! That'll be it now for a good six months.

Oh and the dog nearly killed herself in a near fatal mix of a squirrel running in an unexpected direction towards the road. Luckily a very small road next to a school where people drive very slowly. Idiot dog.