My girl, aged about two, was flinging herself around, gearing up for a tantrum,insisting she only wanted "dibbits" to eat.
I couldn't work out what she meant, but it turned out to be a poached egg, with bread cut into soldiers, , so you could "dibbit" in the egg. 
Ear worms! What’s yours today?
Does anyone else find their social housing landlord abusive?



