... and that's probably an end to the humour (if that's what it is). From here on in, direst seriousness.
Today I held a gorgeous baby called Charlotte. She seemed to enjoy the taste of my finger and hand and knawed away at me with great pleasure, dribbling on my hand and happily gurgled away while staring at me with those big blue eyes. She didn't poo on me or be sick (although she christened the carpet in my office shortly after I handed her back to mummy).
Currently listening to one of my favourite albums - 'Tropical Brainstorm' by Kirsty MacColl.
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