I have no magic fix for tantrums, I'm afraid. I ask, "do you want me to go away?" Then he says yes , then no, then thinks, and we can then begin to get to a point where we start to see we need each other.
Ah, am feeling the cooking dinner with leg-clingage Aethel!
Hop - FFS, I laughed out loud lots at your story!!
Figgy - Ali / Boi actually thought that one of his train engines was called Rubbish. ...I'd said "oh that's rubbish ". And then I'd over heard him playing, "hello, said Thomas, hello said Rubbish"...
Northern - the joy of the outside tap! Congratulations!
Hop, if I am your alibi for missing PIL, you'll support me with DH, right?
Mopsy - join me in my obsession, but if you get pg before me, well, we might just fall out! 
Figgy - Boi has refused his high chair since Xmas. He is too small, but it works fine without a booster.
I'm in Copenhagen again, Monday til tomorrow night. S'alright, but tomorrow's meeting will be tough. It'll be me vs 4 of them, on their territory. I'll be the witch. Oh the joy of the marketing manager. Everyone knows better. Everyone has an opinion. The opinions are based on feelings, not facts...
Bring it on. 



