Badger Week.

Not that Rowdy realised that it actually is Badger Week but she has retaken to the toy badger given to her by a Wootie*. The Wootie is particularly fond of brocky things.

Badgers tend only to get feisty if under attack. So given that Meghan here is squished under several pounds of eight-year-old at night, rammed against the wall, regularly drooled on and deafened by snores that could power multiple wind turbines it’s a wonder Rowdy isn’t covered in scratches. Make-believe or otherwise.

*A Wootie is what happens when an 18-month-old tries, and fails, to say ‘auntie’. And it sticks.

The Jesus Show

Conventional nativity? No, no, no. Did Orson Welles stage Voodoo MacBeth? Yes, he did. So why not shoogle The Bairn in the Barn story up a bit?

If we’re getting ourselves out on a freezy, cold night, dodging frenzied parents and teachers and dashing for the mince pie table before all the scran is gone then outlandish, offbeat entertainment is a complete necessity.