Owwwwww my poor head . . .

We have been awake since 5.30. Luke has started waking up very very early. I think it's funny. Mummy does not. This morning when Luke woke up from his first sleep Mummy was in the shower, so I was a very good big sister and went in to read him a book. He likes that and stopped crying.

Henry Mytton has left a dead mouse at the bottom of the steps and Mummy has covered it up with a bucket. I am not allowed to touch the bucket. My Mummy hates mice and knows that she isn't supposed to project her irrational fears on to me (I have no idea what all that means, but it doesn't sounds good)but she just can't bring herself to move the mouse.

Apparently Henry Mytton is a little bastard.

We went to Playcentre this morning, Wednesday are normally busy days but today there were only eight children (and that includes Luke!) It was very quiet, I played with lots of different stuff, Mummy put the play hut up and I played babies with Angel, played with the water, had a go on the tricycle.

When we got home everyone was tired and grumpy so we all had a sleep. When I woke up I was busting to go to the loo but I was to late in getting to the toilet. I did wees all over the kitchen floor and then slipped in it and fell over and cracked the back of my head on the floor.

That's not funny.

There has been a lot of crying and now I am playing with my playdough and drinking fizzy.