Best Laid Plans

Plans for major gallivanting tomorrow are going a bit skew whiff, what with poor Sam taking ill at school this morning. Luckily they got through to Dave to head out and get Mr Sam, who apparently collapsed in sleep when he got home. I was itching to see him to make sure he was okay.

Now I'm home and he's cuddling into me on the sofa. Sure, Mums make great cushions, but well-upholstered northeast wifies don't just give cuddles, they give M&S or Carlsberg calibre bosies. Probably.

So tonight, emergency response code 5 has been invoked......I've bought some medicinal chocolatey biscuits to eat - for me, not Sam, mwahahaha.