Three drinks a day …

… causes crane sandwich or drained cabbage or great drainage or
brain damage or something. Wonder what four drinks a day causes.

Oh what a beautiful morning…

…to be riding a motorbike. Unfortunately I've had to park it in the office car park and sit at a desk staring at a screen all day. Arse!

Favicions R us

I made myself a favicon last night using this handy little tool, can you see it? It's very difficult to design something meaningful when you only have a 16 pixel square to play with. Still, it kept me amused for sixteen minutes and should make neveratossBlog sixteen times easier to find when you have sixteen gazillion tabs open (if your browser supports them). If you can't see it, get a decent browser or clicky here for a look at my itsy bitsy teeny weeny favicon.

Suck it and see

We've always tried to let Sam set the pace, we've waited until he's good and ready before introducing major new ideas. This worked a treat with toilet training but now it gets difficult. Yesterday he lost his much treasured dummy, we've built him up to the idea that once it's gone he's not having a new one. He didn't use it too much, just for comfort at bedtime, but it's all very real now. I predict that all hell will be breaking loose at neveratoss Towers. I'm very, very glad that I'm at work today, gawd 'elp Cathy. Does anyone fancy going to the pub every night this week?

Update: I rang Cathy to find out how Sam is handling dummy "cold turkey". Apparently he is sitting on the sofa playing with his willy. Dunno where he gets that from!