Harry and I didn't make it to church today - Harry was coughing half the night again. We just dropped the older kids off and they came home with Scott. I was snuggling down for a nap with Harry, and he said to me "Imagine I had a dream, and you were the boy and you were poorly, and I was the Mummy, and I hugged you really tight and then you were better, and that's the end!" I'm glad he thinks that Mummys do nice things!
When it got dark Lucy and I had a play with the sparklers that it was too wet to use on Bonfire Night: Years of practising mirror writing pays off!
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