I am also a shocking brooker! Sorry everyone - must try harder! M had a terrible cold, culminating in ABs for possible chest infection, last week but is much better now. She kindly passed it on to me, DSis and DGma, at which point I realised just how shit she must have been feeling, poor little beast!
M has learned to climb onto the corner sofa (not the straight one) and into the dishwasher/up the side to swing on the top tray and also started to scale the new fireguard at the weekend. She still has no concept whatsoever of edges/drops, and will sit up facing inwards on the very edge of the sofa/bed with her bum practically hanging off. I don't think I mentioned that she also climbed onto a small chair we have, tried to climb over the arms and fell off head first. She landed face first on one of those plastic singing nursery rhyme books which she had left on its side. I was actually holding her by the back of the trousers at the time and still failed to prevent her from falling. The chair has been banished to the spare room and we have to try to keep the door shut, or she will go in and clamber all over it. It is karma biting me in the bum for being a bad climbing child myself. DTSis and I also climbed the fireguard at about this age, but none of my small siblings did.
After a really terrible time with food, she has now started to eat again, thank God. She's getting the hang of feeding herself with a spoon, which helps because she's interested in the process. Meals are currently revolving around soft food that can be spooned easily, like thick soups/yoghurt/Weetabix. She's not really eating anything very solid except toast at home, but she does at nursery so I try not to stress too much. Does anyone else find that they spend a couple of days justifying something to others (in this case, trying to reassure my grandma that M does eat, she just happened to have a really bad cold and it was okay, she wasn't going to starve to death), and then once the need to keep up appearances is over, you get really stressed about that thing? 
M said 'woof' last Friday, witnessed by Mum and my stepdad, but has steadfastly refused to do it again, no matter how many times you ask her what the doggie says. 
Ok, boast over! I will post this and then read back properly and reply.