Raring to go

The penultimate day of our holiday and the wee man is almost back to himself. He had a relatively quiet night and his nose seems to have finally dried up. Whoopee!

We headed north today, driving over to Aphrodite's baths. Unfortunately the wee man was fast asleep when we arrived so instead of waking him up we just turned around and headed back home. Not all was lost. The drive was stunning, and we stopped for a delightful lunch at a local tavern.

It'll be an early night for everyone except dad tonight. I'll be sneaking out to a local bar to watch the Manchester derby. I fear it'll be a blue moon tonight.