Children like jumping in puddles. The wetter they get, the happier they are. Yeah, they'll feel cold later, but that's not important to them when they are jumping up and down. It is all about the here and now. They can always dry their socks on the radiator. I kind of like that outlook.
Children are noisier at school when it is windy. Fact.
I am crap at web design, but I am determined to learn. I am also pants at ice-skating but, for the sake of my arse, I will never do it again.
Camping is only to be attempted if you have a man to light the fire and to pull your boots off.
The gnawing at night is getting louder. This either means that the beasty is growing fatter, with longer and more powerful bitey-yellow teeth, or it is moving closer to my sleepless pillowed head. Probably both...
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