Nancymas

You'll have to excuse the of formatting, the gout has spread to my brain and has rendered me a cretin. Nancy has just today finished opening a stash of presents so magnificent in scale it would have stunned a team of bison in their tracks. She has received a stunning booty of much loveliness, my personal highlight being a children's adaptation of finnegan's wake and the usborne book of German expressionism. 

Thanks to all who played their part in this Christmas abundance, Nancy had a lovely time divesting her presents of their wrapping paper. And we had a lovely time begouting ourselves in the margins.

There have been so many standout exchanges in the last few weeks, it is hard to pick out my favourite but I'll try. The scene - our loft at 720 in the morning. I, slightly bedraggled was the protagonist and Nancy the antagonist. 'Daddy wipe my bottom' 'no' 'but I asked you to' 'i know you did but you can do it' by this point her temper was rising. 'I'm not having this' 'Nancy i don't care' i then retire to bed in the adjoining room. ' DADDY THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS, WIPE MY BOTTOM!!!!!' it didn't end well. Luckily my wife as UN peacekeeper saved us.

This is bound to happen more and more and more. It's vaguely outrageous but totally hilarious. At least in hindsight.

HAPPY 2016. The year in which Nancy will turn five. Seriously WTF.