Dramatis personae:
Updating takes too much memory, sorry - but then I'm not very young any more, so am hanging on to the memory I've got. Please don't look for any significance in the order - I'm not drunk but I am disorderly.
If you're looking for your name here and don't see it, I do read your blog but you haven't left a comment here yet - if I put down all the blogs I read, we'd both be here all night.
Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?
Isn’t the baby sitting in a potty or is it some special chair? (It’s been a long time since I’ve been around babies….)
It is a moulded plastic chair, Zed – it is supportive enough to be used for babies who can’t sit up yet. It does have an unfortunate look of a potty though.
Yeeeew, Call the social services
Wow! What a charming group portrait (especially of the baby in her chair!)
Have great week,
Take care
Nora:)
Oye, waaaaay too many cats!!!!!!!
I think they’re child-substitutes. Including the baby.
I’d rather be the baby than one of the unfortunate cats being clutched by the woman, I think.