Small man. Big bed.

Massive rash.

Finnzy-Bob is still soldiering on, after a full week now of constant rash.
It started like Pangea on his chest but the raised continents have now drifted to every possible nook and crevice, making it particularly difficult and frustrating to scratch.
It is an allergic reaction.
To his brother and sister perhaps.
Here he is zonked on anti-histamines. Brilliant stuff that it is. I'm seriously considering spiking Luca and Mimi's dinner drink with it too. To enjoy quiet, relaxing evenings with Mrs Raheny.