On the way back to Brighton today, we took a stroll around the very civilised Richmond. It was a beautiful bright day, and Dexter slept soundly in his buggy.
We wanted somewhere quick and reasonable for a bite to eat before hitting the road. The Pret-a-Manger is tiny, so we inevitably ended up in Starbucks.
Dexter woke up and had a massive meltdown which even terrified a little girl at an adjacent table.
He is snot, he is teeth, he is spots, he is constant coughing. He is wanting to stand independently, but constantly falling down. I feel really sorry for the poor little man.
As referenced in an earlier post, I fear 'the storm' may be arriving this week...