Anmals

We have a problem. A serious problem. One that might bankrupt us all. Nancy will now only wear clothes emblazoned with an animal. This morning an attempt to dress her in sweet velvet dress ended in  Bertie Spring and had to be removed before she combusted totally. Thankfully we've got a few items that fit Nancy's exacting criteria but they can't last forever. I fear for us. Thankfully, beyond the zoophilic fashion fetish, Beano remains a delight.

She can now demand songs - her particular favourites being Tinkle Little Star, Wheels on the Bus and  Bat out of Hell. She can even sing along when prompted. Which is really rather ace. Also she has sufficient hair for a pony tail even it does make her look like an 1980s German business man about to star in Hasselhoff music video. Its outrageous - but it does indicate the potential for hairy loveliness from the Bean. Indeed, we have washed her hair for the first time recently and it ended badly. She was not happy at all with her head being drenched at all. But she let us know that this was the case so the second time we went in with a rather more modest strategy and she still wasn't very impressed. Never mind.

Her anmals are much improved as she can now differentiate between a polar bear, a panda bear and a koala bear as well as between a donkey and monkey. Which is ace. She has also retired her high chair, instead dining on a small frog or when feeling the pang of sophistication she sits on the table atop a stack of cookery books and looks rather lovely.

Not much else to add - the key things to take away from this are 1. Nancy is rather lovely and 2. She is bloody ace. Right, I must dash as I've got to go and listen to the budget to see how much more Gideon is going to hack from the cadaver of the UK economy. 

Stacked

K-I-S-S

Poon

London Fashion Week

Don't look at the camera then.

Get me that Swan. Post Haste.