Big Kiss

Conor cried this morning when I left for work. It was a sort of panicky, hey-what's-happening-where-are-you-going type of cry rather than an upset cry. I think that came later. He had a good time at Gran and Papa's though and Papa walked round to the station with him to meet me from the train. I got lots of these big kisses!

Operation de-tangle Orla's hair tonight. Luckily slopping on loads of conditioner seems to have worked. Hard Bristol water doesn't agree with either of us.