Going nowhere

As Joe discovered, jabbing the number 2 repeatedly when you are already on the second floor doesn't actually get you anywhere.

He was too ill with a high temperature and a bad cough this morning to play in the football tournament he was supposed to be at so his reward was a trip to Ikea with the rest of the family and then a visit with me to his nan's to try and navigate the lift. That will teach him. The bright spot was when I took pity on him and took him to the pub on the way back home. Now we're settled in front of the Liverpool v Bolton game and he's got his full LFC kit on to make up for his lack of action today.