Answering the call

Mrs B called about lunchtime, a little indisposed what with the not feeling great, nausea and all.

I came home.

To this dribbling wee man...

Later on we sang.

It sprang into my head because Tom got a Christmas card from Lola. I blame it on too much Terry Wogan as a child but I defy you not to sing along.

Just to add - despite appearances to the contrary, there's nothing up with Milo. He always does this - he's like a leaking tap.

I knew I should've chosen another grey zone plate shot