The boy is very much up and down at the moment. Chatting merrily away one minute, and hot and tired the next.
Here’s hoping he doesn’t wake up poorly at 3am and want to discuss alliteration for the next two hours tonight. One night of that a week is all I can cope with.
In other news, we’ve arrived in Somerset for Granny’s funeral and it’s raining. I’m sure the two things are not connected, they just feel like they are.