It's uncanny!

Look what I found in Sainsbury's! Jeremy and I are so proud . . . We think they got the likenesses just perfect. Ok, so they may have overstated the amount of Jeremy's hair, and the svelteness of my waistline, but otherwise its us to a T.

Update - BLAST! You can't see the label properly! It says, I kid you not, 'Mr and Mrs Valentine Gingerbread men'!

Stuff Sid Says. (I don't expect this to interest anyone else, but I need to remember it somehow, and this seems a good place to keep it.)

She calls the PC the 'pompicuter'. She doesn't jump, she dwumps. And she doesn't go to church, she goes to twert. Oh - and butterhlies hly!

And, and, and, the word of the last few weeks has been 'Ratselass'. Sometimes 'Ratselats'. If she dances, it will be the Ratselass dance. If she whispers in your ear, the word will be Ratselass. The songs she sings are about Ratselass. NO idea what that's about. Absolutely none.

Until today, when Kit pointed out that it's her attempt to say 'Gracias'!