Ah, Valentine's Day. The husband and I showed our love for each other with some hastily-written and hastily-exchanged cards. He is spending Valentine's evening at a Brighton v. Millwall match; he doesn't even really like football.
I showed my love for Dexter by taking him to the doctor's for his 12 month vaccinations. Three jabs in the leg and some crying later, the boy managed some more crying, some Calpol and some sleep. I too indulged in a rather long and luxurious afternoon nap.
There was a toxic nappy after tea - according to my sister, it's the effect of the jabs. I wasn't aware that babies were injected with raw sewage.