The clocks went back early this morning. My lovely boy did not stir until 8.45am (so pre clock-change, just before ten!). Whilst I am concerned about his aversion to chatting, I am so grateful he sleeps - it makes everything easier to deal with.
While I was out pony-bothering and skipping around Waitrose, the boy went out with his Daddy.
Dexter is still full of cold, snot and a brutal cough, but wrapped up warm, a healthy blast of fresh autumnal air is probably no bad thing. Besides, he was back in bed when I got home!