Which little finger did he bite?

No, not the horse! The earworm. What I mean is that an hour long walk with H was plagued by the nursery rhyme that starts '1,2,3,4,5 once I caught a fish alive'. We sang it at a baby class this morning and it just got stuck in my head. Maybe I'll bring music and headphones next time.

Passed this lovely beast late in the walk, after H fell asleep.