the sweet expression on his face belies his five o'clock grumpies. Around this time he decides he actually wants to go to sleep, but not enough to REALLY go to sleep, just enough to grumble about being tired and make me become kind of creative about how to distract him from all-out grumps, and going to be waaay to early to stay happily asleep. So far so good, at a pub by the river where the sound of dogs madly chasing (poor) ducks, small children for some inane reason going INTO the -5 degree water on old tyres, and old devon types swilling thier cider.
(note butterfly shirt sent all the way from australia by jax! you will be very pleased to hear that this was twinned with the infamous red velour shorts. what a guy.)
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