Good morning, Ladies.
I tried the boob, no avail. I tried rocking him in the chair, no luck. I tried putting him gingerly back into bed, and he just lay there blowing raspberries.
It was ten to five, so I said, Honey, I'll go change his nappy then you can take him (like he promised last night). He complained that this meant every day this week (not yesterday, though), and he has to take him tomorrow, too (I do the nights, he does the weekend mornings so I can lie in). Then he said that he'd told me he'd do it if I "needed" him to.
Right.
So, here we are, DS and me in the kitchen. He's got his rice cake, I've got my bran cereal.
Ginger, what's this about a London meet-up?