2018. Esther done.

I know. It's late. Very late. Blame Brexit. It's marginalising blog BAU. Here is Esther in all her Christmas glory - featuring dalmatian leggings, her new football, some very low rent face paint, so very high rent facepaint and a bath in a country which doesn't really do baths. It was really very small.

I won't riff on the passing of time - but christ on a stick, Esther in now in the Harringey school system. Results come out on my birthday to underscoring my own decrepitude and her advancing age perfectly. I fear for her teachers already. When your daughter walks round the house exclaiming "I am party" you really do have to wonder.