Milly vanilli

As I bounced up and down trying to lull Joshka into a sleep-ready state, singing "Twi-i-nkle, twi-inkle li-itle sta-a-ar, ho-ow I wo-onder wha-at you a-are..." I just couldn't get out of my mind how pop stars manage to sing on stage - live - while cavorting all over the place. How can that somersault/kick/jump/shimmy not affect that note?
They must be faking it.

humour

"Mummy? What's this?" asked Mia (indicating to the furry pink slippers, one on each of her hands, palms together, in a prayer position).
"Um...a fish?" I tried, as she wiggled them a little.
"A SLIPPERY FISH!" yelled Mia, delighted.

a rainy day

Well, it's not nearly so freezing any more - heaps of rain now though. Our house is in the middle of a swampy garden...the water table has risen and the drains smell bad...but we have no leaks, so all is good. We listened to the Beatles today, had soup, did puzzles, read books, listened to the radio, made castles out of cardboard and eggboxes, played silly chasing games, had the brandy snaps we baked yesterday...a real winters day... Too bad we didn't read the Sunday newspaper but that's just silly with 2 young children - a bit like trying to read it with a cat who insists on sitting just where you're trying to read, purring with the knowledge that they've definitely caught your attention. Also, a bleak day for a New Zealander who fancies the All Blacks as World Champions or who expects the America's cup to 'come home' - so probably better there was no newspaper to analyse.