Jakey

Looking up at me.
He’s sitting on one of my bags of wool.
He’s fond of doing this.

He’s always liked being on something, whether it’s something on a bed, like a cardigan.
Or a bag on the floor.
A bag on the floor with wool.

He’s looks up at me, as if to say “You don’t mind, do you, Mum?!”

“No, it’s ok, Jakey, I don’t mind”.