Master B

Last night Mum brought Master B back from his sleepover, stayed the night and this morning took Miss B home on the train for hers.

So today I had Master B to myself; I had such lovely ideas of what we'd do, conscious that these times will be rare from here on in. I'd not factored for him to be exhausted and cranky. He whinged through what should have been a relaxing day at home together before finally reappearing as himself around tea time.

Here he is in his sea of plastic, up to his armpits before bed.