The boy managed another country-air induced epic sleep-athon last night: brilliant. He also managed some more chicken chasing (poor birds) and several laps of Nana and Granddad's garden.
We left Wayne Towers disappointingly early in the day, but we wanted the journey to coincide with nap-time. This worked out fine until the cat pooped in his basket in the car. The stench woke poor Dexter up and merited an impromptu stop at a service station for a frantic clean-up operation. Pesky cat.
Back at home it was business as usual. I obviously had to go to Waitrose just in case they thought I was dead. I managed to roast a chicken (oh cruel irony), while Daddy did bath and bedtime.