Well, we are finally in Swindon courtesy of GWR, all sweet’ed and comic’d out on the train journey down. J had fun shooing the pigeons at the station (somehow the patisseries at Paul seem slightly less appetising when you have seen what’s been dropping on them from a great height!)
There really is something very relaxing about a train journey, even when you have got Jensen in tow, asking “what’s that?” every five seconds, with the obligatory follow-up “why?” Not a bad question when you’re speeding past Didcot, I suppose.
I was hoping to catch up on some sleep, but not much chance of that. J woke me for the second night running, complaining of tummy ache. It could be a side-effect of the medication he is on for his Pseudomonas infection. Equally, it could be more to do with his diet. In any case, on this occasion, it appeared to go after a cup of probiotic (strawberry flavour) and a Cherry Bakewell.
Little chap had a good time at creche this morning (and so did I. Starbucks at the Designer Village has become my respite centre!) Jensen made a super pumpkin mask and hopefully Daddy will be down soon so we can try it out.
In the meantime, he (Jensen, not Daddy) continues to terrorize the grandparents. As I type, I can hear a cacophony of sound coming from the sitting room. Alas, perhaps it’s payback time for that toy keyboard….