It's been one of those days. Inside, I feel like this.
Keith's been away for a couple of days and I'm living in a world of these conversations:
Ivy: The skulls in my kidneys are a bit tired. They have gone to bed. If you press on my shoulders you can hear my skulls talking.
Me: What are they saying?
Ivy: They are singing 'chitty chitty bang bang.'
I'm desperate for a little space. At one stage today I persisted in reading a book on the toilet even though Teddy was poking bits of toilet paper into the loo behind me and Ivy was bouncing Dodo the stuffed dog on my knee.
When all else fails, head outside. We spent a long time drawing with chalk on the concrete this afternoon. It was a grey day, and something about the light was so pretty.
Currently Ivy will only answer to the name Bindi. When I put her on the phone to say hello to her Dad she said 'Hi, Steve Irwin, how are you?'
She's a lunatic. But she's my lunatic.