MAMA HAS GIVEN UP TRYING TO KEEP THE FRITH AWAY FROM THE TOILET. SHE IS DRAWN TO THE DAMNED THING LIKE.. WELL, YOU KNOW.
INSTEAD, I BOUGHT SOME DISINFECTANT AND SCRUBBED IT, AND THE SURROUNDING FLOOR, WITHIN AN INCH OF ITS LIFE. IT IS NOW THE FIRST STOP ON THE FRITH EXPRESS, WHICH LEAVES CRIB STATION EACH MORNING AT SIX A.M. RAIN OR SHINE. (SORRY. I'M NOT ENTIRELY SURE WHERE THAT GRATUITOUS TRAIN METAPHOR CAME FROM)
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