Friday, 17 April 2009

Baby's out of beds

I've just got Erbie out of his cot from his morning nap, he's such a cuddle muffin, a big smiler, warm and kissable, flailing his little arms around and making little excited breathing noises on my lap as I type. Now he's patting up and down on the front of the lap top. Better go be a mummy. Oh, a poo face, so sweet!

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Quote of the day

‘They tuck you up your mum and dad...’
Anon - after Larkin

“Philately will get you everywhere”

“It’s not the despair, I can handle the despair. 
It’s the hope I can’t deal with”

“Each new friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”
Anais Nin

‘Come on Dover move your bloomin’ arse’.
Eliza Doolittle