About the Book: Mrs Funnybones
Good morning, its 6 a.m. and I am wide awake because the man of the house has
decided that he needs to perform a series of complex manoeuvres that involve him
balancing on his left elbow. When I fell asleep last night, there was a baby
lying next to me. Her smelly diaper is still wedged on my head but aside from
this rather damp clue, I cant seem to find her anywhere. I could ask my
mother-in-law if she has seen the baby, but she may just tell me that I need to
fast on alternate Mondays, and God will