I have strained my back lifting the hoover. It happened last night after hoovering up after the ridiculously late chinese takeaway we ended up having. I tell Hub and he is speechless, but only because so many sarcastic remarks come to mind, he can’t choose one fast enough.
It’s St Patrick’s day and Squiggle, Scooter and Hub are dressed for the occasion. The girls have matching green bow clips for their hair and Squiggle also wears green knickers for the occasion. Scooter looks resplendent in a bright green Irish football strip. Hub is insists that Scooter needs to also be in possession of an England strip to balance it out. As Hub only watches football once in a blue moon and his football knowledge is only marginally better than mine, I dismiss this ridiculous notion, as the money wasting purchase it would be.
Tumble finally manages to roll over completely (as in, she can roll back onto her back, after rolling onto her tummy). She gets a generous round of applause for her efforts from her personal cheerleading squad of three.
Later, Pixie helps to bath Tumble. Unfortunately, she and the plastic step she is standing on disagree on a basic law of physics. The step wins and Pixie pitches forwards, in slow motion, headfirst into the bath next to Pixie.