Day 23: Someone’s been eating my porridge
Very nearly went to bed without posting! I was up all night with TK. He wasn’t happy about something. I’m not sure what that something was.
A lovely morning with my Mummas group to celebrate R’s birthday. F ordered the biggest porridge I have ever seen. It was papa bear sized! Although it doesn’t look like it, she did actually eat some.
TK, the furry child and I went to the park late in the afternoon. We met a lovely man and his little dog. He told me all about his family and his family home. Nine kids! Now that’s dedication to the cause. He really was very sweet.
Exhausted. Must sleep. Hang on! Who’s been sleeping in my bed?