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Cool calm and collected (until it was nap time: in photo 2) M faced off against at least 100 zombies, many of whom were also goths; go figure.

My friends need to stop splitting up with their partners. Holy crap! Three break ups in 5 weeks: Ireland, Australia and the UK. The worst thing (for me) is that I am really crap at knowing what to say. Often I don’t say anything at all and that leaves me feeling kind of cowardly.

If only they’d had this out when I was six.

She has been a right monster today, so to frame her in a positive light, enjoy this video. I suppose you who haven’t been here dealing with the constant crying and moaning, only have a positive light to refer to. Oh well, I suppose the video is for us then.

1. Grab the tooth brush from your father.
2. Flail madly with the tooth brush.
3. Get toothpaste in your hair
4. Get tooth paste on your father’s shoulder and cheek.
5. Eat the tooth brush

Are the Mormons nuttier than your average group that believe an invisible, bearded, all knowing guy that sits on a cloud and reads your thoughts is something to base your life around. Well this guide tells me that the Mormons might be at the forefront of crazy.

We went and saw the Killers outside the Dom (Cathedral) in Köln (Cologne) last night. It was the first time that M has stayed the night somewhere else and so it was appropriate that we saw a stadium rock band to celebrate.

The band were great, although the sound level was way too low; I could hear the guy behind me singing along. They played a few of their new songs through the set, which make me look forward even more to the new album.

M stayed at our friend’s parent’s place in Golzheim, which is quite posh, but luckily near us. The report back said that she was good, and was stalked by their baby almost as much as she stalked him. He even fought back against her shock and awe bullying tactics and at one point made her cry. I still think they will probably get married one day though.

Things go back to normal tomorrow. Boo! I go back to work after almost 7 weeks off. I don’t suppose I will get any sympathy, especially from the ‘Teachers get too many holidays’ crowd, but I don’t really need it anyway. I am enured to the deep end drop of going back to work after a long break; it happens every year. However at ISD we get a couple of days without the kids to sort our classrooms out, so it allows us to ease in a little more smoothly, meaning that tomorrow I get to dip my big toe in the swimming pool of education and see what the temperature is like before plunging in headlong.

M likes fruit; especially fresh fruit.

She often gets the food into her mouth.