duvet day (ish)

late get up, lovely. Cuddly boy, lovely. Playing with his animal Little people, beautifully matching up the pairs of animals as he takes them out. Naming all the odd ones like vultures and iguanas.

Lunch and then the drop begins, nose snotty, v pale, bit hot, leaving lunch, asking for milk and bed. Good sleep and then woken up by the old cat who could have been used by the Spanish inquisition as a form of torture! Hours of squeaking and squealing when he decides he is hungry although there is a vast bowl of biscuits at all times.

Woke up in a real pickle to then be taken for his first visit to the dentist, not the greatest success! It doesn't help that his dad hates it after a really bad experience as a kid and I am not great even though I was a dental nurse years ago. Round to Gagas to feed her cats and fish and home to a bath and bed, didn't even want his biccie or tea.

Muffins baked for Stuarts team at work to cheer them up, all had a rough week.

Me, well.............