Roger

Roger is feeling a bit sorry for himself, it was a trip to the vet today for his injections.  I'd ordered a cat basket, carrier thingy from Amazon, but it hasn't arrived, so the poor thing was in a cardboard box, closed with brown tape.  He was not too impressed, and there was quite literally (my) blood, sweat and almost tears over the whole thing.  My very helpful toddler was distinctly unhelpful, hard being a toddler and offering unwanted help. 

The boys were clearly exhausted from a couple of topsy turvey days, this meant a couple of stints on the naughty step for the eldest and a lot of tears from the youngest.  I felt like crying, or having some time out on the naughty step, but wasn't to be. 

It was supposed to be an early night, but the husband and I ended up talking for about an hour putting me massively behind for the evening. So it's up to bed now for me.