Oddly enough, after a distinctly un-wild evening, I find myself feeling like my head’s been kicked in by a man wearing concrete boots and then had to listen to Ken Livingstone give a 3 hour speech on how brilliant he is.
The reason is Luke – the poor little man did not have a good night last night and that was because of a trip to the park… Aside from playing football with his mummy and making a new friend, he decided he wanted to stop and eat some worm casts. The result was a small man with a nasty tummy ache screaming his little head off, pausing only to make parping noises that would make a Sonic Boom sound like a pin drop.
It does make me wonder. Nikki goes back to work on the Monday after next, and I wonder if he’s realised something big is happening and is trying to get as much of his mummy’s attention as possible. He seems to push me away if I go to get him and call for his mummy…
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