Another day of utter excitement. Looking for a new kitchen to cover up the feature wall, the feature wall being a ruddy great hole where a gas boiler once was. Currently considering putting large frame round said hole and calling it an installation. Would be considerably cheaper than a kitchen. As a sop to the child who is a reluctant shopper I promised a trip to the pet shop to LOOK. No way are any animals to be bought. She is very partial to small furry beasties. Favourite furry beastie today was a black baby rabbit with a strange mane. Charlotte named him Elvis. It's unwise to name a rabbit you hardly know and are very unlikely to get your Dad to buy. I would have bought Elvis, he was cute and I'm weak. Her Dad was not for moving. 'Charlotte, you find an animal that doesn't crap and you can have it, cause I'm the one that is always left to clean up the s***' No sign of weakness there then. She has come home and drawn some of the animals that would make an acceptable new pet. Pretty much everything that was in the pet shop. I'm warming to the idea of Brian the rat. Wonder how much rats poo?