When brain is fried get on your feet

Lost count of number of clothing changes for baby and me today due to milky sick.

The last one was witnessed by the gardening chap and was also the most dramatic. I'm now sans t-shirt under a jumper on the final 'nap walk' of the day.

I feel a tad unwell. I need greens, apple's, vitamins, my phone to disappear into the sea to avoid the sound of text messages and calls. I need peace. After this walk...?