Today, Dexter has mainly looked like this: Team Captain of the Olympic Whinging Squad; Lord Tantrum of Tantrumsville; expert grump.
I took him out for a late morning stroll, taking in a local deli for lunch and Sainsbury's for some pre-holiday stocking up of baby necessities. He slept for the sum total of forty minutes.
The boy has had too little sleep, has thrown everything out of his cot and has dragged his beloved blanket around after him like Linus from Charlie Brown.
I have done my best to watch as much Olympic equestrian cross-country as possible; I'm sure it's educational.