Very small ... far away

It seems an unlikely cure, but spending the hours of 2am to 4am constantly putting George back to bed seems to have sent my manflu packing. Maybe it couldn't stand the pace.

The big feller here did brilliantly on his first cycling trip on the open road - we went along to Whitesands beach and met up with Mo and George, who'd gone on ahead. George seems to have been in the same unlikely pose in every pic I took of him today: he looks like a little rub-down transfer that's been plonked on.

Doctor Who and a feast of Chinese food later on. Mighty fine.