Cheek by Jowl

Fear not this is she. Her face bejowled and cheeks swollen with glorious chud as the breastmilk dividend spreads itself across her delicate frame. And while in those first few hours it was felt that she as simulacrum of Nancy it becomes more and more apparent that she is moving toward being one of Esther instead. Without the facility to sleep which is a shame. Tove is now registered on this earth thanks to the fine people of Camden town hall and her father was practically priapic that he could log his profession as head of intelligence on her birth certificate. No matter how far into the gutter I fall my brief, entitled ascent will forever be captured. Doubles all round.

Alongside the trademark chud she is ever more wakeful - generally in moments when wakefulness is not necessarily wanted or needed i.e in the hours between 0200 -0430 which while sweet the first time is a little attritional in the long rung. Not even triple shot coffees can dust away the sludge of that. But we will conquer as conquer we must. She is also quite partial to stealthy projectile vomiting - erupting like a bubbling cauldron of ill-digested breast milk she splatters us with gay abandon and if your clothes aren't marked by her sick then it is as if you've not been admitted to a gloriously exclusive club. 

Enjoy.