F Is For Failing.

This Kindergarten mum thing has really overwhelmed me.

We've got notes flying in weekly that are 6 pages long. 6 pages peeps. I can't concentrate and absorb for that long. I forget things. I don't have a PA. Apparently I need a PA to manage these notes.

I can't manage these notes. They're managing me.

I keep missing key dates.

I forget to send notes.

We seem to be on some merry-go-round of gold coin days.

I've forgotten to send my son to school with extra fruit for fruit-o.

SOMEONE HELP ME!

I've even given these notes their very own folder. They've got their own neat little home, but I can't track all the activity.

The thing is, I LOVE being organised, 'ello, 'ello, 'ello, so what's happened 'ere then?

I didn't know my son was meant to wear his joggers every day this week. Where was that note?

I didn't know the Kindy BBQ was on. My husband forgot to share that one with me.

I forgot the gardening gloves for Clean Up Australia Day. That's my own fault. I'll take that one on the chin.

I'm a worthless cheque. A total wreck. A flop!

Anyone got any tips to set me on the straight and narrow?

Food Fight

I found this pretty riveting. Pretty compelling. Maybe you will too.

Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Everywhere We Look.

The Doctor has marched ahead in reading, and after what feels like just a few weeks, he's well on his way to reading. And totes loving it. He's practising his writing. He sews words together with his letters, he reads things, he loves doing his nightly readers, it is a joy to witness. My little man, reading. It's amazing! During this term, I've given much thought to how difficult it is to learn to read, write and to speak. A language that has the letter 'c', the word 'sea' and another word 'see', just to name one problem. It's crazy! Who came up with this stuff? So to see my little man learning, a real sponge, and loving it, it's joyful. I love the written word, and I hope he grows up with my love for writing and reading everything. Including cereal boxes. Nutritional boxes. Community noticeboards. Actually words anywhere. I freaking love words.

Have you read this William Bee book, 'Beware Of The Frog'? It's fabulous. It's fun. It's quirky and it's cool. Get a copy.

Tiny Style Tips: Home Stylin'

Tiny. A wealth of ideas. Here she is today, turning her hand to homewares. Tiny's showing us how a mundane white lamp shade can be transformed in an instant. Who needs an extra-large bank account when you've got a texta and an abundance of imagination? This is raw talent. This is Tiny's vision.

Lucky The Holidays Are Coming Up

There are so many great movies coming out. And I may be guilty of wanting to see them, even if the smalls don't!

John Butler Would Be Proud

Are you curious what this bug is in my hand? Read on my friends, and all will be revealed.

Tiny has a mad aversion to having her hair brushed, as many small fry are wont to do. She goes berko. Plus she won't let me put her hair in a pony tail, pig tails, or even any clips. So at least once a week I wrestle with her to remove the dreadies that fester in the back of her hair.

Yesterday's was particularly bad. Huge. I had to tell her she had a bird's nest in her hair and had to let me get it out straight away or they would lay eggs in there. Naughty mummy, I know, but I had to get that thing out of there before Tiny signed up with the John Butler Trio and they switched their name to the John Butler Quartet. It was that big.

So I sat her up on my lap, sprayed some magic detangling stuff in her hair, and brushed, and brushed, and brushed, and chatted about the birds in her hair, and we brushed, and I was marvelling at how big and resilient that dreadlock was. I kept working away on it. And then it came out in my hand. Just like that.

I've not shown Tiny this chunk of hair. That little bird's nest that had manifested itself in her hair. It might reignite her passion for her own haircuts. And I couldn't have that all over again.

Exciting! Small Joys for Japan

I dropped into Calico & Ivy yesterday to say hi to my sister. I was blown away by the gathering of small friends awaiting their trip to Japan. And I know there are more on the way. There's plenty of time to donate a soft toy to be sent to Japan. It must be handmade or new. We're going to run until the end of April. That's plenty of time to get your stitch on. These little peeps told me "the more the merrier" on their merry journey. That's the word on the soft-toy-street. Thanks to everyone who has donated already - I am so excited and inspired.

High Tea? Crafty Minxes?

My sister, Sarah, over at Calico & Ivy has whipped up a delightful ladies afternoon.. Oh me, oh my! If you've not already seen it, Kelly Doust of The Crafty Minx fame will be hosting a decadent high tea and Easter crafting extravaganza (or eggs-travaganza if you want me to be cornball to the max). Aye carumba! How lovely does that sound...? It sounds delectable to this little pottymouthmama!

There are limited places so you'd better get in quick!

Date: Sunday 10th April, 2011
Time: 2-5pm
Address: Calico & Ivy, 10 Birchgrove Road, Balmain

Phone: 02 9555 9909 to make your booking!

Dress-Ups: Mummy Style

Sometimes when I'm having a cruddy day, I dress up. It makes things better. If I feel rad - I feel less sad. I feel INVINCIBLE! (SHAZAM!)

Today I cracked out one of my favourite vintage frocks, some heels, and a coral cardi.

Really, you can't go wrong when you play dress-ups, the only thing you have to please is your imagination.

My imagination was well pleased with this outfit.

Of course, boxes and ugly carpet are optional.

Small Joys for Japan

The collection has well and truly started! Thanks to those who have already donated beautiful softies to be sent to Japan. If you are planning on making or buying and donating a soft toy to be sent to Japan - please let me know!

One of my rad friends designed this button - so if you'd like to add it to your blog, and fly the Small Joys for Japan flag - please do!

Thanks for the support so far, and if you've even contemplated donating to help a small child in Japan - please take a step forward and do it!

Reading. Writing. No Arithmetic.

I've gotten back into reading. I love reading. It's like living two lives. I lost that loving feeling, and now I am back.

I started reading 'Eat, Pray, Love' - and didn't love it. It was ok - but not amazing. I felt a bit crankypants when reading it. I saw the movie, and quite liked it. The book, notsomuch.

Unceremoniously, I dumped it. Just because everyone under the sun has read it doesn't mean I have to read it.

Instead I've taken up with Richard Yates' 'Revolutionary Road'. Again. Take two. First time, couldn't get past page 10. This time, cracking on. It's depressing, but it's enjoyable at the same time. I've seen the movie too. Pretty powerful.

Are you reading anything beyond cereal packets at the moment? If so, do share!

image via Awards Daily

The Flat Stanleys/Puppy Remedy

What are your remedies for having an acute case of the Flat Stanleys?

Me? I look at this funny, funny photo of Tiny. Tiny is, without doubt, a great source of amusement.

She LOVES this little rattle that she was given as a newborn. It's not a rattle to her. It's a bone. She's a puppy with a little bone. She walks around with that little bone wedged in her puppy mouth. Then she starts sucking the saliva out of it. It's woeful, let me tell you. Then she curls up on my pillow with the bone, and dribbles on my pillow. It's gross, and yet it's funny. It's so funny.

That little puppy. That little nuded up puppy with a bunny bone. She loves that little bone - and who am I to mess with the puppy and it's bone?

Tiny Style Tips: Fashion

We spent a long part of our weekend indoors. In fact, I spent the entire duration of Saturday in the house. Didn't even step outside once. It rained, heavy, relentless rain. We watched movies together, we curled up together, we cuddled in bed, and Sunday, we busted out the watercolours. I love the gentle-ness and unpredictability of watercolours. They very much remind me of my grandmother, Mars, who loved painting with both watercolours and oils.

While the Doctor painted a 'coconut tree' with coconuts that shoot off - Tiny invested her painting time in painting 'fashion'. Fashion - for those who don't know, consists of mixing every single colour together, sullying the colours, until it's just one big black palette of black, dirty, dirty black paint. This is 'fashion'. We had to gently break it to Tiny that while fashion was her thing, we weren't feeling the power of fashion. Regardless of our feedback, Tiny continued with 'fashion' - painting page after page with her fashion-forward watercolours.

Apparently black is back. Take that as Tiny's style tip for the week.

Tiny Little Love Messages

Tiny sometimes leaves me messages on the ground. When she's not getting enough attention.

I guess this was a message of love.

Japan's Kids

I can't even imagine explaining to children what's happening in Japan right now. I keep the TV on minimally. I don't go into too much detail with the Doctor, and I don't want him to see too much on the news. He asked a lot about the flooding in Queensland, and afterwards he was scared. He vocalised this a number of times, and I had to try and allay those fears.

Everybody's Doing It

Ok peeps, so listen up - we now have three drop off points throughout Australia.

Here it is:

SYDNEY
Calico & Ivy
10 Birchgrove Road
Balmain, NSW 2041

PERTH
Calico & Ivy
10 Glyde Street
Mosman Park, WA 6012

BRISBANE
(lovely Danielle) @
Hello Owl
43 Miles Street
Bald Hills, Qld 4036

EDIT:: (New drop off location)
ADELAIDE
Nest Studio
147 Magill Road
Stepney, SA 5069
(Thursday to Saturday: 11am - 3pm)

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What can you do? Donate a handmade or new soft toy for donation to a child in Japan.
Why? A soft toy can say so much, plus they're a great comfort to children who have been traumatised and who have nothing. A cuddle with a soft toy can bring a sense of comfort to someone in need.
How? Stitch one with love, or choose one with your heart. All donated toys will be sent to Save the Children in Japan for distribution.
When? Now! Time is of the essence.
Who? Who's doing it? Amy @ Badskirt. Lisa @ The Red Thread. Cath @ Chunky Chooky. Cindy @ Bug & Pop. Anna @ Hey Bubbles. Kelly Louise @ A-tisket, A-tasket. Jess @ Teddy Bear's Wednesday. SpectacularFairyWren. June @ I Sew Cute.
What else? The girls at Calico & Ivy Balmain are available to help if you need some guidance with stitching your own softie.

Can you help bring a little joy to a little person?

Saving Sydney

This week I had the great joy of receiving an email from my MIL containing tips on "how to save".

I abstained from responding all manner of responses. Right now, Sydney's sucking the marrow from us, all that's good and positive is being drained straight out. Right now, Sydney sucks.

Sydney is a shining, dazzling city that's fooled itself into thinking it's bigger than it actually is. When a 2 bedroom apartment on Sydney's outskirts is on par with an apartment in Manhattan - well you've really got to think, Sydney you're a bit of a bloated over-rated money whore.

And as if SMH was keyed into my thoughts, this week a piece on Sydney's lowdown ugly-ness.

Where to next?

Jesus saves. But not on my wage, and not while living in Sydney.

Long Time Love

Oh gosh I love Andre Benjamin. He's the coolest cat, with a smile that's miles wide - he's effervescent, he's a visionary, he owns his style, he's a zeitgeist, he's all sorts of awesome and I just have to love him.
I love these banana yellow pants. I am going to be a big cheesy fan and say, oh Andre - I salute you!

And Hey Ya - yeah I totes know it is an oldie, but it's a goodie. I can't tire of this song. It might even make cleaning the house bearable. Andre, can you do that?



image via The Sartorialist

So. What's The Go?

Why's it so quiet around these parts?

Oops. There goes a tumbleweed.

Wow. There goes another.

I can hear an echo-echo-echo-cho-cho-cho.

Yawn.

Are you there reader, it's me. Lexi-poo.

For my record keeping purposes, I found this image somewhere. If it's yours, let me know - happy to credit it, a beautiful and intriguing photo of mama with baby.

PS - Just for the record, I don't get my news information from The Simpsons. I haven't watched The Simpsons since I was 12. And that was at least 2 years ago.

EDIT:: The excellent Sarah has come to my rescue - this is the photographer behind the above image, beautiful and beguiling - you should check out Eric Lafforgue's Flickr stream. Amazing.

Totally Unrelated. Totally Random.

But you know how much our household loves Lego. Just how rad are these lipsticks? Oh Coco would be proud!

Soft Toys For Little Girls & Boys: Japan

I've been giving the collection of soft toys some more thought - and I'm going to do it properly.

Before I spoke to Jac yesterday, I knew I really wanted to help those affected in Japan. After speaking with Jac, it gave me that direction of how we can make a tangible difference together. And it might seem like it's been natural disaster, after natural disaster, and you might be suffering from charity fatigue, but we can make a small contribution to help in this traumatic time.

And then I chatted to my sister today - and she's offered Calico & Ivy (Balmain AND Perth) as a drop off point for anyone interested in sending a soft toy to Japan.

And then Amy at Badskirt has very generously committed to donating some of her beautiful creations. 12 to be exact. 12 beautiful softies to wing their way to Japan.

So this is the plan. You can donate new and/or handmade soft toys. If you would like help making your own soft toy to donate - the girls at Calico & Ivy are available to help you. They are creative geniuses, Sarah, Amy and Donna, and by proxy, so will you be!

If you would like to donate and help give a small child in Japan some comfort, you can send your soft toys to:

Calico & Ivy
10 Birchgrove Road
Balmain, NSW 2041

Calico & Ivy

10 Glyde Street

Mosman Park, WA 6012

image via Amy at Badskirt

Art & About

Despite me being down on Sydney and chastising it for being so damn ridiculously uber expensive, it is a beautiful city.

I had the smalls all to myself on Sunday afternoon, Matt was studying, so we ventured out into this pretty city of ours.

First stop - Art Gallery of NSW. They hold a whole host of kids programs - some of which are free. Definitely worth checking out. It only goes for around 1/2 an hour - which is such perfect timing to hold the attention of the smalls. And the Doctor chose his favourite painting. He'll be saving up a while for that one.

After the gallery, we meandered our way through the Botanic Gardens. Man oh man, a slice of heaven - aye aye aye! I always fall in love with this part of Sydney - and wonder why I don't visit it often enough.

And of course - the smalls loved that crazy travel-ator thing at Domain carpark. Maybe next time we'll just ride on that all afternoon.

A Big Question

Back at high school, my classmates all guessed that I would become a Greenpeace PR consultant. I am a PR consultant, but alas, I haven't worked my way to Greenpeace. Yet.

Yesterday I was reading SMH. They had a story about radiation - in particular Japan's precarious nuclear reactors.

Now while I am now nuclear physicist (thank goodness for that), don't we want to explore something that's less volatile?!

While a whole country waits - and in fact - the whole world, waits breathlessly, hoping, praying that Japan isn't further inflicted with pain via their nuclear plants - respondents to SMH's poll were having their say.

I think the results are pretty flipping scary. It might be a 'green' option - but what about safety? What about the three-eyed fish in the Simpsons? Didn't we learn anything from Chernobyl?

I'm happy to be educated if you think I'm misinformed. Educate me.

But hear me. What about renewable energy? Why can't we harness that - it's safer, it's greener (isn't it?!), and we're not mining Australia to fund it.

Each one of us are teetering on the edge of our chairs, hoping these damn nuclear plants don't blow. People in Japan are terrified - evacuating Tokyo en masse. We're terrified - for what does this mean? What happens? No one knows enough.

What do you think?

Oh Japan

So I had a quick chat with Jac at Operation Angel yesterday. She is amazing, inspiring and awesome - I came off that phonecall feeling so in awe.

Given her background (you can read more about her here) she has some unique insights and gave me the heads up on what's needed in Japan right now.

If you are crafty and clever - maybe you could stitch up a softie to be sent to the children who have been affected by the catastrophe in Japan? Jac mentioned that for children - it's important that they can still be children, and that there are provisions in place to let this continue - a safe place for children to play - while their parents can work out some sort of plan. It might not sound like much, but a soft toy can provide comfort to a small child. I had some other thoughts such as a pencil case full of coloured pencils and notepads, stickers, perhaps these could be useful? I'm just throwing ideas into the air - maybe someone will catch an idea and make it grow? Or we can work together? A merry band of bloggers?

Other ways you can help:

Save The Children

CARE Japan

UNICEF

Pensive

We have a massive problem in our office. There's a pen thief in our midst. I have a favourite pen that I brought with me from my previous job. It's a regular ballpoint, clicky pen, but it's a beautiful pen. And when the pen thief came to visit me at my desk - lo and behold - where should my favourite pen be? Yes that's right folks - Mariska Hargitay would be so proud. It was in the pen thief's hand. I nabbed that pen thief right then and there. I got my favourite pen back. I am a sucker for a nice pen. Bad pens make my writing messy.

Back to the pen thief. No longer is it enough to chew pens, now I've taken to labelling them. I will thwart that pen thief's efforts.

Alternatively I could attach a chain to them and an anchor on my desk.

Conversation At Dinner

At dinner tonight the Doctor and I were talking. I mentioned that he might like sushi.

His response? "No thanks Mum, I don't like Italian food."

image via

Sew Hot Right Now

Remember when my good friend had her baby months ago? Yes. Well me too. And I am still on the go slow to make her a quilt. Not intentionally slowly, it's just the way I craft. Slow x slow. Slow cubed. Slow to the power of infinity. SLOoOOoooW!

It's pink. And why the heck not? I love pink!

I'm using one of Lisa Tilse's lovely panels in the middle, which I am still working on - it's such a pretty design, Lisa is all sorts of awesome.

Sorry about the crummy quality of the image. It's the best I could do in the time that I had. FORGIVE ME!

Life With A Small Feral Beast

In the immortal words of Katy Perry, she's hot then she's cold, she's yes then she's no, she's up then she's down, (and I'll ad lib the rest) she's cranky then she's happy, she's hungry then she's not. She's charming then she's feral, she's on the floor limbs flailing, then curled up playing cubby houses, she likes Barbie then she doesn't, she wants to cuddle, then she's in attack-mode, she's sleepy then she's wide awake.

Coming Out

So here are the cold hard facts about PottyMouthMama.

- I hung up on a survey caller tonight. I did. And then I felt a little bit guilty. But stop freaking calling me!

- And I played chicken with some spammy faux Microsoft caller last night. I baited him, then dropped him. I mean how dumb do you think I am? MENSA are head hunting me for goodness sakes.

- My hair is growing - take that in-between bad Russell Brand-esque hair!

- I hope you're doing your pelvic floor exercises as you read this

- this is a picture of me. At work. The girls at work have just discovered my blog. I don't talk a lot about blogging. People either get it or they don't - or they just tell me it's a game for an egomaniac, and I just don't even bother. So this is some sort of coming out party. Glad we all could make it. Hi girls!

Some Things You Should Know

Despite the fact this is a mug shot, yes, it is a mug shot, it's pretty rad, no? I mean it's a halfro and what's not to love about a halfro? If you need to read more about how this wiggedy whack haircut evolved, you can do so here (which is BTW - where I sourced the rad image).

Other things that you might care to know:

- sometimes I quite like to ride on the train. I get to people watch, I like it best when it's not peak hour, and I especially find it charming when the trains run on time. How quaint!

- Retromummy almost made me think Zumba looked fun. And then I remembered how unco I am and realised me + zumba would be a funny, funny thing and I'd probably give the class a good abs workout from laughing at me, but I'm not into that so much

- I got to bake on the weekend again - and man I realised how much I missed that - even though, since my cleanse, I still like sweet food, but I am much more restrained. I don't crave it as much anymore. Actually I don't think I crave it at all. I satiate the mood, and that's it. I don't drown it.

- this is a deeply interesting post, no?

What Are You Like?

Man I love speaking with an English accent. I'm really, really horrid at it, but am I bovvered though? Face? Bovvered? Yeah. Wot are you loike?

And you're sitting there thinking, WTF! PMM and her random tangents. PMM is so random, even she doesn't know where she's going with this one.

Yet, it's as though we're floating together, on Willy Wonka's gondola, floating through a chocolate river, you can be the Oompa Loompa. Me? I'll be Willy Wonka.

I painted my nails tonight. I first painted them purple. Actually it was 'Virtual Violet'. Then I promptly removed it. I thought I looked as though I was having a mid-life crisis. (I feel this way a lot lately)

So I switched. And now I think my hands look like they belong to a drag queen. It's a problem that's plagued me since I was 17. Maybe I should seek some guidance.

Are We Equal?

Well clearly we're not. That was a dumb question. But what are your thoughts, hopes, dreams for what it means to be a woman?

SpiderGirl VS A Dancer

Matt and I have been having tussles with Tiny lately.

If it's not about her wanting to be nuded up all the time, or the fact that she won't go to bed, or that once we do manage to wrangle her body into clothes - she only wants to wear a skirt or dress, then it's about attacking the Doctor, or splashing the entire bathroom in water as though she's a human mini-tsunami. Or just getting into general mischief.

I've said it once, and I will say it again, Tiny is a firework.

This morning was a small victory when I asked Tiny if she'd like to go to preschool as SpiderGirl.

SpiderGirl is Tiny's interpretation of Spiderman - she loves wearing the Doctor's old dress ups.

Of course she said YES! And she put those clothes on and did not remove them.

Be amazed because usually she takes everything off within one minute. I'm not lying.

So off SpiderGirl went to preschool.

But silly, silly me. When I got home, I asked her how SpiderGirl went and she told me something very vague - which led me to believe that the childcare worker at preschool made her take off her outfit and change.

I asked Matt, and he said he got the feeling that the preschool was not entirely at one with the idea of SpiderGirl.

This made me fume. On a couple of levels. Three to be more precise:

1) Tiny's using her imagination. That's SO important to me. You spend a long time in life conforming and trying to 'fit in' so why not embrace that imagination, let it thrive;

2) The day before she wore a tutu - and she wasn't asked to change her outfit;

3) Today is International Women's Day - I wonder if that SpiderGirl outfit would have been taken off a boy (if he was Spiderman)

I never knew there really was SpiderGirl. Daughter of Spiderman. Rad.

Loving:: Right. This. Minute.

Five things I am loving right now.

- Adele:: Hayley at Little Pinwheel opened my ears to this gem. I love her. Powerful voice, amazing talent, and I just can't keep my eyes off her. She's beautiful.

- Boots. I bought some new boots. I've had my old favourites since BC and they're starting to die a slow and cruel death. These newbies, I'm pinning my hopes on them.

- Peaches. It's their last hurrah, so I am enjoying them while they're still hanging around (pears, I love you too, but so far, so floury).

- Stopping both my smalls from tanty-town by blowing raspberries on them. Gets them. Every. Single. Time.

- Watching my little man get such joy and confidence learning to read. It is pure happiness. (I'm planning a post including all those great tips you guys shared with me - thank you.)

image of Adele via The Couch Sessions

A Bee To Honey

Crikey! I'm going to close my eyes, but let you know - but did you know Stella McCartney's gone and designed a kids collection?

Aspirational: Here's Your Pep Talk

I've been thinking a lot lately, about the beauty in being unique.

Take for example if all houses were exact copies of the house next door, all the houses in the street were exactly the same. There's no beauty, it's just replicas. Carbon copies.

There is great joy in difference. In unique-ness.

And I think this applies to bodies. In particular female figures.

If all women looked the same, had the same figures, same bra size, same waist measurements, same same same, en masse - mirror image, no difference. Boring. Beyond boring. You'd be like a car, mass-produced, pick your year and your model and off you go.

Rejoice in your figure. No one else has it. Celebrate your flaws. No one else has the same. Revel in your unique-ness.

End of pep talk.

Rewind

Last weekend the four of us curled up on the couch together and watched E.T.

E.T. was the first film I saw at the cinema, way back age 5, I remember the darkness, after watching it I became obsessed with E.T.

I had E.T. activity books and an E.T. softie that is still kicking around somewhere (isn't it Mum, please tell me it is!), E.T. figurines. I was an E.T. junkie.

I don't think I've watched E.T. since seeing it on the big screen - and I loved watching this with my smalls. Though the beginning IS scary - it is such a cool movie that in my book, was ahead of its time.

The Doctor loved it, and though it is too old for Tiny, once we got through the scary bit she was transfixed and is now asking for E.T.

The iconic imagery, a young Drew Barrymore, E.T.'s glowing heart, his glowing finger, the flowerpot. Such happy memories.

When I Move Pieces

When I move things around the house it feels so damn good. And the world is right again.

Then two days later, I come home from work, and the house is a complete shamozzle again.

Interwebbing

When I'm at work, I have to Google stuff. Lots of stuff. It's a good way to find stuff quickly. Glad we agree on that.

And yet, I accidentally found myself on a triple x rated site the other day. Our IT department watches absolutely every page we land on, and I sat that quickly clicked away (the search was innocent - and who knows how I landed there, but heck, too late!). I still proclaim my innocence.

And this led me to thinking, kids on the interwebz. How easy is it for them to find themselves in these circumstances? How do you govern what websites your kids visit? How?

Funny Creatures

If you don't think this is funny, then you've probably misplaced your sense of humour. Try under the driver's seat. Bottom of your handbag? In the gutter when you hopped out of the car? I don't know where it is, but you better bet your bottom bippy this is funny. Thanks to my friend Shonagh for sharing!

Lego Land

The Doctor and I were having a chat. He was telling me what he was going to do when he was older.

He told me after he finishes school he's going to go straight to Lego Land (aka Denmark) and work in Lego Land. Then he's going to go to university in Lego Land.

I told him I'd miss him. He responded with: "I'll come back in the holidays and guess who I will visit?"

"Who?"

"YOU! And I'll even come back for your funeral. And for Dad's too." (Then he said, "Don't talk about it, it makes me sad.)

Phew. Glad we got that organised now.

image of the Doctor and I, in what he'd classify "happier times"