i didnt see him until afterwards - i was holding the camera high so as not to catch the reflections from the mirror.

a friend's child asked if this was a photo of my knickers.
me "do i look like i'd wear knickers like this?"
her "yes"
me "blimey"

carpetbiter2 and i jollied into town for shoe shopping. on the bus, he engaged in conversation with a distinctly strange woman with a one-eyed dog and a boy with whom he spotted dinosaurs out of the window.

we finally found a pair that appealled to the nipper. when we eventually got home - via a lengthy trip to the toy dept where we struggled with the question of whether or not 8 quid is a reasonable amount to spend on a sonic screwdriver - carpetbiter2 revealed that he chose the shoes because they were just like his friend, A's. A is his partner in crime and, according to carpetbiter2, is the real dr who.

carpetbiter1 and i continued with the epic battle to get her to ride a bike. she is not keen but i feel it would be immoral to let her get much older without being able to do it. i resorted to chocolate-based bribery and she rode down the whole street with only my hand on her back. i lifted my arms to cheer. she cheered. fell off and hurt her knee.

i sometimes feel the gods of bike riding are not on carpetbiter 1's side...