I was going to write about yet another busy (long) weekend for the Todd clan. I was planning on waxing lyrical about our Saturday trip to the Zurich final, our Sunday lunch to celebrate my mother-in-law’s birthday and the (extensively catered) barbecue at Lewis mansions on Monday.
But then I spent today changing nappies. Rather a lot of nappies. All full of very smelly and very sticky poo.
Henceforth this will be known as the international day of poo. I’m off to wash my hands.