Don't fart on my head! . . .

Our morning started with Mummy yelling at the cats and calling them little bastards. One of them had left a dead mouse at the bottom of the steps. They are little bastards. I wasn't allowed to touch the dead mouse and when we got home from Playcentre it had just gone. We are not sure what happened to it.

I got my own breakfast again this morning. Today I had ice cream. Nice. I got it out of the freezer, Mummy didn't realise that I was having ice cream for breakfast until I asked her for some gloves. Ice cream containers are very very cold.

A plumber came to our house again today to fix the drains. I walked past him and he was bending over and I told him not to fart on my head. Sometimes when my Daddy is walking past me he farts on my head. How rude.

The plumber didn't fart on my head. That was lucky.

I have been very tired all day because I had a terrible sleep last night. I had a huge row with my Mummy about going to bed at 5.30, I did not want to go. Apparently I was very more tired than I had realise because the bottom photo was taken within five minutes of being in bed.

I didn't even get to finish my bot!