"Eighteen months old and I know I've got teeth in here somewhere"!

Boy, have I got teeth! Thing is, why bother to bury them in your gums in the first place, that's what I'd like to know.

Still living in London, which is OK now it's summer, because I get to stay up late and kick a football around and go to the pub by the river and feed the ducks and not wear very much like Mummy.

Shame about England not making it into the World Cup Final... Daddy took that flag off me... the white one with the red cross that made me look pretty cute which made all the cars honk when I waved it at them, which was pretty cool. Get it back in 4 years, apparently - silly... I'll be far too old then to play with cissy flags!

Probably still won't have all my teeth though. No.