This medicine is disgusting

Esther has had a tough month and before I traduce her and put words into her mouth I felt it best to fine you a sense her in her own, unique, words. I don't come out well of these the little devilpig...

Daddy did arse round with my biscuit and then I got it.

I'm going to put that on a chair and if any one steals it then I can fight with them.

Stop being a foulsome, Dad.Stop being foulsome to me.

These three perfect aphorisms are probably the high point of the blog but for those who want more do read on. Apart from learning to fight and insulting her pater, poor Esther had been battling a. Couple of infections and thankfully we're on the right side, just, of antibiotic Armageddon, as she's been a couple of courses of horrendous tasting muck that did do its job. How we'll laugh when we all die from a scratch from a rose bush.

Happily, she extorted chocolate out of us in return for pain free medicine consumption which all parties were happy with. As it was foul stuff.

Despite this, she remains eminently quotable and eminently devious - with a level of cunning that eclipses Nancy with ease. Her best escapade involved stealing some sweets and then hiding away behind a large chair whilst rapidly consuming them away from the parental gaze whilst we thought she was "playing". In short she can't be trusted.

Given the impending collapse of civilized society post Brexit this superior cunning, which clearly hasn't been inherited, will serve her well as her bumbling father will last all of five minutes whilst shouting 'that's not cricket.'

Oh well.