Hester is feeling like she has consumed copious amounts of LSD this Morning due to her brother insisting on playing his keyboard right next to her head when I was feeding her, he was alternating between a super fast bossanova beat to a low hip-gyrating salsa as he danced around her in the drug induced style of one of those heady Bacchanalian orgies my mother didn't go to in the 60's. Then she shat up her back, he pissed on the bathroom floor but just in time for me to notice his face get that concentrated poo look and make him sit on the loo which he didn't like so plonked him on the potty with Kipper and he did a huge turd. He was very pleased with himself.

I have a photo.

Got to nursery at 9.55, then H and I walked to Portslade. It's shit there.

How was your morning?