31/05/2009 - 5:53 p.m.

Three year olds are heavy. Even the skinny ones. For some reason, I suspect related to producing bubble mix out of my bag, my friend's little boy decided I was his new best friend. So I spent a large chunk of his birthday party carrying him. My arms feel like they now reach my knees!

The balance of the time was spent crouching down to interact with various children, so my knee doesn't like me much either.

But it was all good fun.

I haven't done any thing else today apart from pick up some new library books on my way home. I will ahve to get my act together which won't be made any easier by the fact I was evil and had cake. (Yes I know cake isn't bad per say but this was not gluten free vegan and therefore will have to be paid for in suffering!)

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