DD1 is going through a another Duck Song phase. At bed time.
Right, less than six hours my time til sweary Wednesday and oh just sod it. Fucking cunting flu buggering up my back and neck. Wankering winter and its twatty illnesses.
Oh, and why do toddlers have to touch everything they see. She knows I'm not on top form and is abusing her power. I am surrounded by dvds and bits of lego. Burglars couldn't make a bigger mess. So I tell her no, and she turns round, wiggles a forefinger and me and goes 'non!' And laughs and does whatever the fuck she wants anyway.