Yesterday I was bemoaning that life was mundane......I suppose there is something to be said for a mundane life.
Today the ankle biter arrived just after 9am with a message from his mum that he was tired and hungry. I made a lovely dish of porage for him and he hoed into it like there was no tomorrow.......when he was almost finished he started to droop at the neck......aha I thought....going to be able to read the paper in peace......he is going to have some Z's...... but first he wanted a drink......so I gave him some water (Mum's instructions......not milk, or juice) and the little mite drifted off to sleep...... he had not been gone more than 5 minutes and I just had a nice steaming cup of tea in my hand when the phone rang.........