A munkie is born.

As maryMunkie cradles the Newborn Munkie King, a host of heavenly munkies (middle sizes, keyrings sized and small sucker ones) gathered to sing his praises.

In the distance, the MagiMunkies (who are big and far away, honest) bring gifts of wooden blocks wrapped in giftwrap gold, frankincense and myrrh (wrapped in giftwrap) whilst riding on a big elephant. And the Shepard Munkie popped by with a fingersheep. Which was the baby's favourite gift because babies like soft toys much more than the stupid rubbish the kinds are bringing.

Because they were all there for the munkie census.

Merry munkiemas! Munkies bless us, one and all.

Mr Nut awoke today at 8am (this is a major lie in) and said CAR? because that's where he fell asleep. And then he said SNOW? but there wasnt any in Southampton. And then he said LUNCH because he was overdue some breakfast.

Then he discovered the European Duplo mountain in the dining room and became very happy.
More so.

Then we went to Melissa's and I drank her port and he carefully emptied all the toys on the floor. Then father Jezmas popped by with gifts for Finn. And not me. Which is what happens when you have a child. I'm just warning you. Everyone gets them stuff even though you got them a snowglobe with thier brothers face in from poundland.
thankyou very much Jez and Sam!