An exciting day today.

This evening, first-born is staying with me (rather than me bedding down in the House Of Increasing Oddness.) The ex is making noises along the lines of "She's got a bit of cold, might be too ill, etc, etc". So I'll be bringing my trusty cricket bat in the event that a point needs to be made.

There are also only 80 days left until first-born and I take a vastly overpriced holiday in Disney.

Such things are the thoughts that keep me going.

That, and my attempts to make the perfect layered Zombie. The drink, not the hideously undead creature.