and I shall call him Bartholomew

I was sorely tempted to put my cute little mug and take a photo of myself, and if you know me it is the sort of thing I probably would actually do, if encouraged (although what sort of encouragement I'd get from shoppers in a high street supermarket I'm not sure) but somehow I thought it would be a bit too freaky. That said, the result without my face is in itself actually equally disturbing.

When I go to my local superstore at lunchtime from work there is one of those car style amusement toys which must have a motion sensor which triggers children laughing but the sort of forced laughter, generated for low quality amusement. Last night I allowed my children do something which I knew they would love. They had one minute free tickling of my feet. Now that generated the sort of laughter I prefer.

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