I'm not tired

"No Gran," he said, "Not tired. No sleep."

Wise to the ways of little boys I suggested he sit on the couch with a book and a drink and a snack. He lasted about 7 and a half minutes.

I had planned a completely different shot today, a macro of a bee, but this seemed more important. He is such a darling and he's really been in the wars today the poor wee tyke. First he scraped a great strip of skin off his back coming a cropper from acrobatics on an armchair, then he gouged deep scratches in himself on some old trellising at a friends house, lastly he bashed his head on the coffee table while getting changed.

Maybe I shouldn't say lastly. It's only 4 o'clock, goodness knows what's to come.