Who is the President of France?

Things that have been thrown down our basement steps since we moved in:

• A cup of coffee (Starbucks)
• An enormous variety of wrappers from cigarettes, sweets, snacks etc.
• A drug dealer's stash
• A £10 note
• Two blankets as used by removal firms

Things I have retrieved from the communal bins since we moved in:

• A shoe rack
• Two child sized school chairs
• A lovely big white bookcase (I had to rope in a passing lad to help me carry it home)
• A pair of wooden stilts (Mark can actually take credit for this, I think he found two pairs and gave one set to us)
• A small white table
• A wooden tea trolley
• And my latest find, a 6 foot tall raffia giraffe

So thank you dear anonymous neighbours for these offerings and droppings. Some are now living in my flat, some are logged and secured at Paddington Green Police Station.

Fantastical statements Brooke has made recently:

• A zoo lady brought some animals to school, including a rabbit, a sheep and a unicorn
• The president of France is God. (Taya has made a number of devilish statements about God, including that he has a wand. Might need to address this)

Things that happen on the school run every day:

• Brooke checks if I have left any lights on during the 10 minutes I have spent collecting her. If I have she says it's okay because she forgives me
• Taya argues about the way we walk home. She likes to go past the Nisa shop in the hopes I will lose my mind and buy her huge bags of sweets
• I will undoubtedly have brought the wrong snack with me. There is no winning on this front.