Turning Point

Day 681 - the day that the little man flu seems to be on its way out and a bloody good riddance. The little dude was still powered by calpol but after our much needed leg stretch round the shire we left him at the grandrents perfectly happy and desperate to be left alone for a sleep over.

Fast forward a couple of hours and I was driving down dark, deserted and slippy single track roads to join the sleep over.

As much as he claims to not need me he clearly still does.

My little baby boy x