Another rite of passage traversed (if that's syntactically correct. Anyone know a decent English teacher?) in recent months, was the shift from cot-bed to full-grown bed. Olivia beams away proudly, Mum tuts at me for not doing some nifty photo-shopping, or at least some crafty cropping, of the torn wall-paper in the background. And if you hadn't noticed before, you will now.

Many thanks to Olivia for this act of wanton destruction.