I went down to the post office first thing to get 'my toy I wanted' as the nut said. Really I should have just waited till after swimming but I am not quite grown up enough to wait.

It's a good job because swimming ended badly and I would have not made it to the post office. Somehow while jumping in he caught his face on the swimming pool wall. He cut his lip and he hurt his tooth. The nut is not a cry child but he hollered long and loud. Nothing could console him. Love hearts sweets were too stingy and not even the promise of a dashi dog or Rory the racing car DVD could stem his tears. This was a matter of quite some seriousness as he really wants those.

In the end I stopped in at the surgery next door and got the nurse to check him over. She diagnosed a slight tooth wobbly and prescribed ice lollies. Then he felt a bit calmer and we went home and granny told him an uncle also had a wobbly tooth and to eat soft food till it stuck itself in so he can macaroni for dinner and a banana

And no dolly photos because I spent all afternoon cuddling my poor woebegone boy (he was quite jolly again by bedtime)