thrown out there

The wingpiglet was doing a bit of coughing, wailing and waking-up last night with the result that I felt far too mentally ineffectual when I eventually got finally up to think it worth popping into work for the morning for a keeping-brain-in-gear session and to check some things for continual-working-ness. Instead Nicky popped out for most of the day whilst I reacted as appropriate to the boy's behavioural whimsy, eventually getting round to popping out for a hopefully-child-sleep-inducing trundle-walk just as Nicky got back and the sun started to go down. Fortunately it worked and an hour or so of reasonably continual sleep prevented tiredness-stropping during the evening.