2nd May, 2006.

Poor Alfie.

He was such a tired lad. He fell asleep on the sofa, bum in the air, snoring heartily and looking cherubic.

Zak wandered over, looked hard at his bottom and said "Wow". I told him to come away and carried on with the computer. Zak came back and told me "Alfie stinks!". I raced over - no, no pooping on the sofa, but I told Zak to stop sniffing his butt and came away again. Back to the computer.

Wails of fury from Alf. Zak wandering towards me sniffing his finger and repeating his assertion that "Alfie stinks".

I just dont want to even think about it.