Survivor

Bailey's purple frog - his Christmas present from his favourite people - has survived admirably for almost a whole month, something which is practically unheard of as toys with squeakers have normally been eviscerated long before now. He was keen to play with it this evening and I was happy to oblige as he has been a bit out of sorts over the last couple of days but more like himself this evening. An upset tummy at bedtime last night meant that I made the decision to have him in my room rather than the potential of a mess to clear up in the morning. He was absolutely fine but I suspect I slept less than he did  so he will be back in his own bed tonight. 

Playing with the purple frog came at the end of a long day - although not quite as long as Tuesdays often are with a different chair for the weekly meeting. Jobs on the list to do once I was home but an efficient end to the day.