Feeling sorry for himself?

The best laid plans always fail to materialise. This little man has had asthma, and was up quite a lot last night coughing. Consequently, our plans to go to London today were scuppered. Mr A went with Hannah and Elliot, but I stayed home with Tristan and treated him to a Happy Meal and a dvd. He seems to have been happy with that, and we've promised that we will all go together again very soon; I just think that it would have been a long day and a bit too much for him. Please don't feel too sorry for him...I know he looks a bit forlorn in this pic, but he was more resigned to the fact that I'd asked him to sit still for 5 minutes for a photo.