Stick in the mud

Lots of writing this morning and then off to see Fraser the dentist before a quick squelch around Musselburgh.

Sat at the dinner table now having fed the kids, only one of which isn't mine today, and listening to the discussion covering knifes, bullying, body piercing, fear of chickens, how to write acrostic poems and whether it's possible to put headphones in your mouth and play the music through your nose.