Angelic

He's not. At the moment he is a bloody nightmare. He will be the death of me. Tantrums, grumpiness, "NO!", not sleeping, not eating.... ARGH! You get the jist!

Anyhow, I asked Ally to check on the bath for me. "It's up to his belly button" he says. "That'll be ok then" say I. Meaning, turn the tap off. Which Ally takes as turn the tap up. Fortunately te catastrophe was averted as Lily went to get in and came running out screaming!

Meanwhile in the downstairs toilet it is all going a bit wrong. Last night Red did a weekend used half toilet roll to dab dry his old man. This blocked the toilet - a regular occurrence that has been solved relatively quickly in the past. Unfortunately this morning, Lily chose to birth a submarine on top of the blockage.

By this evening this had become a more serious blockage and a corking shit soup had appeared. The plunging with the bog brush didn't work so I got the rods from the garage and had a go at plunging with them. Nothing. MickeyJohn answered my call for help and arrived bearing industrial drain unblocker. I shall keep you all informed...