HB Stropps. Cast aside any worries, and down the cava.
I'm knackered. Juggling a poorly child and work is a bugger, is it not. Still, at least I've made dinner. I'm trying a new system of making something that DS will at least attempt, and heating it up again for me and DP later. Making two meals, and clearing up after them, was getting me daaaahn.
DS has an appointment on Monday at the eye hospital for a moulding of his tiny eye under general anaesthetic. A few months ago, out of the blue he begged me to never make him do it again. He especially hates the canula. So, we haven't told him yet what's in store. We've got to get there at 7.30am on Monday, and he won't be able to eat or drink after midnight on Sunday. What FUN that's going to be.
That's if he's not too ill - I don't think they'll do the procedure if he's still got this cough/temperature thing.