Safety Lights Are For Dudes

Am having a play with flickr. Seems OK so far. Anyone who is on there and wants to friend me, feel free.

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So, Mister Mat gave me a lovely phone call (in which there was talk of Barbara Castle and Single Transferable Vote and other such sexy topics - man, that boy knows how to turn me on!) and while we were getting towards the end of it, shrublette told him all about falling over and skinning her knee while walking the dog. Then we went to play Scrabble for a bit. She has got the idea of pulling seven letters out of the bag and then placing them on the board, even though she doesn't know ALL the letters' names yet, and she can only spell her name and mummy and byron.

I think the picture tells the rest of the story very well indeed, even if it is a bit grainy:

( click here for the full horror )

I was most amused by the middle line of letters.

ETA:

Byron: *scratchscratchscratch*
Shrub: What's Byron doing?
* pause *
Shrub (in disapproving tones): Oh! He's scratching his arse!

MAY need to try and modify her language a bit before she starts at Christian School...

* guilty expression *