Short but Sweet

I'll keep it brief. Nancy has spent the entire evening calling me Simon. Not pater, not papa, not father, not Vater, but Simon. Ridiculous. "Simon, I want to watch Octonauts" or "Yogurtlu, Simon" or "Simon, I'm going to sit on your face". It's like being stuck in an unending game of "Simon says" with a small cherubic terrorist, who as the clock strikes 2110 is in hearty voice and shows no signs of flagging. It's all gone a bit Norwegian. 

Anyway, to make up for the failed deluge of yester-month, I was sprandling round on our computer and found these two pictures which are a bit lekker so I thought I'd spank them up as a reward to Nancy's devoted readership which has clocked a remarkable 6000 hits. Which equates to around 8 hits a day for every day of her life. I might have to start using a paywall. If it works for Murdoch, it can work for me. 

Anyway. I've kept it brief for once. Enjoy.

Mama and I would like some more Oysters. 

Cranham, touch me again with that Prawn and I'll sit on your face.