...Or, Oh Sweet Lord that's Gross...
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| This wasn't gross. This was lovely. Beautifully modelled by my pal, the equally lovely Mrs B |
Aaaah, the end of another Half Term Holiday (although I do believe they are no longer called that - but I'm bejiggered if I can keep up with the new term numbers) and, having spent a week rising at my comparative leisure and remaining pyjama-clad until after nine o'clock, I found myself assuming my regular position at the kitchen counter prepping the kiddies' lunches.
It was all going rather smoothly, until I asked Child No.2 to find his water bottle.
He could not.
But he did find ... this ...
