Rather Unexpected

I always knew that having a child in my life was going to be a lot of work.

What caught me completely off guard is how much joy she'd bring too. Now that mini Limey is 20 months, walking and talking she is a joy to behold.

Imagine my joy and pride the first time she echoed back such fine English words as 'bollocks' - a woes I use all too frequently. Another real surprise was quite how excited I'd feel when she could correctly identify the ownership of objects as 'mummies' and 'daddies'. I'll never forget the first time she brought my boxers into the lounge and presented them to her Granny with a flourish and a loud 'Daddies!'.

See above for a more socially acceptable example of 'Daddies Shooose'

About to start something big

..but on the other hand there is a bowl of chips in the Lounge, so perhaps I'll do it later..

And there lies the problem. Professionally I have my to-do list and a list of priorities; so stuff gets done. In my personal life these items are optional items so its all to easy to procrastinate long enough that the job can be avoided entirely.

Except in the case of the Lawn. This stuff has enough vigor and life force that it is entirely possible to lose mini Limey in the grass in three weeks or less.

The grass may be greener on the otherside - but it still damn well needs mowing.