I Am A Cruel Mammy

Today I am bringing a helpless baby girl to have great big needles rammed sadistically into her tender and helpless bottom. Rob isn't keen on this; he doesn't like needles, and tried to quietly substitute Dust-the-cat for Linnea-the-daughter before leaving for London today, but I was too cunning and saw through his dastardly plan. So he just told her all about it, and explained that it was for her own good really, and admitted that he's awfu' glad he doesn't need to witness it.

Personally, I prefer to witness what's happening to my baby, in case I need to kill anyone.

She just smiled at me. I have to go and explode with delight now.

A.

Oh, and what the hell is up with my hair? How can it be grease-laden and full of static electrickery at the same time? This is nuts.