You know what? It's alright being me.
I have a good old moan on here, but if I'm honest, these two are doing a decent job of making my life tick over pretty well.
My dinner for example - it is prepared, warmed and tested before arriving spot on the hour, at four well set intervals throughout the day. Yeah, the milk is bland, but after a series of dirty protests (they do take a while to catch on) Mum and Dad have begun to serve up some heartier, more flavoursome grub. Mashed up carrot is not exactly a taste sensation, but we're definitely moving in the right direction.
When I'm not eating, I'm usually asleep. In a warm, lovingly furnished, engagingly decorated nursery with a cot mattress to die for. Must be orthopaedic. Or at least memory foam. Whatever - it is quite literally the stuff dreams are made of.