Tired

The day's off to bed and so am I. Long night last night with the coughing, barking, vomiting and just generally miserable boy. We managed a few hours blissful sleep on the sofa this morning (why is it when you're sick you toss and turn in bed but sleep easily anywhere else?)

Then payroll to sort out, bills to do for parents and much shifting and carrying of stuff to try and limit the 'distressed storage unit' look to just part of the house.

Then tonight we almost died laughing when TallGirl - reading out one of the possible answers to 'why is the Black Sea so named?' - mispronounced micro-organisms.

It's the little things.