A tired boy

David was quite happy to be wrapped up in the duvet.

This was my bed for the night, the old dog Xander was having a night of pacing upstairs so I thought I'd come back downstairs and sleep on the sofa then hopefully he might sleep then we could all sleep. It worked. We all slept all night.

In the morning I was no sooner up off the sofa when David jumped into my temporary bed and let my son wrap him up.

He must still be a tired boy.