All too much

He was over excited and it all got too much.

He’d been woken up at 8am which is at least three hours before his preferred time during the holidays. He’d had a bus journey with me, I’d bought him a sausage butty for breakfast and meatballs for lunch. He’d had a haircut, been dragged into a museum to see a balloon installation then an art gallery to see what he described as “bell end art” which, to be fair it was, I didn’t know the Fruitmarket Gallery had an exhibition of comedy cocks but he was delighted.

So, after all that he nodded out on the way home. Always grand to spend a day with this funny wee man.