31st December 2011. The hooligans were playing at duffing each other up, Murphy pushed Kizzie and she fell onto a pile of stinky doo. She came home and straight into the bath, B had to poke poo out of the holes in her collar and clean the disks. Yum!
1st January 2012. 4am I woke to the sound of retching, Murphy throwing up in his bed.
Happy New Year from me and B, Kizzie and Murphy and Ben (he goes home tomorrow)
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