I say, I say, I say, my lava lamp has no nose...

MC decided to move baby N's cot in to our bedroom for now and in doing so discovered that for some bizarre reason her parents had left their shoes in there.

Just to make her even angrier, when she was getting the baby ready for bed she discovered her parents had moved the shoes she had taken out of the cot, on top of the baby clothes she had put aside.

Anyway, let's put that behind us and move swiftly on to my own misfortunes which some people seem to think are far more amusing.

I went in to my bedroom the other day and noticed that the top was missing off my lava lamp. Assuming that an incredibly specialist thief hadn't been in our flat, I was left to wonder what could cause the spontaneous disappearance of a lava lamp lid. On closer inspection it actually looked as if the lamp had been moved and put back as it was now standing on its own lead. Curious.

To give you a clue, the lava lamp is sat on top of my bedside cabinet. The lead stretches across the drawers so that if you don't open them carefully you will end up sending the lamp flying (not the greatest booby trap in the world but I try to make the best of the materials provided). There were also some socks on the floor which suggested there had indeed been a raid on my bedside cabinet. The lava lamp had clearly been knocked over as I can see where the top of it is, behind the tv, where it had rolled.

But who could the culprit be?

Long time readers of my blog will be aware that the Welsh consider my underwear a holy relic (or possibly a delicacy, there is still some debate) and with MC's dad down I think I know where the finger of blame might lie.
New readers looking for a little background on this story of Welsh eccentricity should look no further than the (slightly angrier) post I made here.

Maybe I should be flattered? I just don't know.