poorly patient

The children have had a really horrible few days. But no-one was grumpier than Isaac. He was convinced I denied him food last night (immediately after being violently ill) because I’m heartless and couldn’t be bothered cooking. He slept in until 11.30 (unheard of) and immediately asked for chicken pie. He was livid when I suggested we might start with toast. LIVID.

Gratefuls:

1. Antony feeling more human and wanting food;
2. A very comfortable night on the sofa;
3. Eve and Zeke being very kind to their grumpy baby brother.