Hey, you, get offa my cloud

As Finbarr from the Rubbadubbers said.

What have you spotted lately in the wonderful world of children's television?

ETA: It's a Stones lyric. I realised a while ago that many many kids' shows have stuff like this thrown into them; it amuses me; I'd like to know what others have spotted.

Still not dead

Linnea's scalp is nicely scabbed, hair stuck deep in piles of dried blood. Linnea bit Emer, left a graze on her cuticle. Buggy bit me, left blood blister from the harness fastener on my thumb. Nobody dead.

In other news, my cunning plan for a book club isbeing scuppered by red tape. Even Marjorie can't fix it! I have to go all the way to the town centre to fill in the forms to form an official book club which can reserve library books for its members. Marjorie - the chief librarian at the local branch - phoned them up and asked if they could send the forms to my local branch and apparently they can't, boo hiss. She even told them that I've been ill and I have two small children and I can't get that far, which is, lamentably, true. I can only go that far with help. Boo hiss.

And on a brighter note, I found this toy on the footpath today, missing the tools; Linnea is having great fun with it and we may get her the tools for her birthday.

Over to the dark side

I've started wanting Marmite. Not craving it, not even liking it very much, but feeling peckish specifically for Marmite and then eating, say, eight cream crackers, or four slices of toast, with butter-substitute and increasingly fatter thin spreadings of it.

I have no idea how I will ever justify feeding it to my children, if I do - it's almost totally salt, plus, it's yukky. But I want more.

Also, Rob and I have been together eight years today. Clever us.