Random Unconnected Thoughts
Another day of me coughing and spluttering and trying to get through as much work with the boys as possible in the morning so I could abandon them and go to sleep in the afternoon.
Toby fell forwards onto the floor this morning and his lower teeth went into his upper lip. Barney, looking desperately worried, carried him to me, wailing and bleeding. I needed to clean up the blood to see where the cut was, so I used a piece of tissue - pretty much shoved it in his mouth and pulled it out again. He was still wailing. There was still blood. So I took a clean tissue, intending to do the same thing again - but he stopped wailing, clamped his mouth firmly shut and looked at me defiantly. And he would not open his mouth again 
I figured if he’d stopped crying it wasn’t going to be a hospital job and breastfed him until he was happy. The lip got quite swollen but went down after a couple of hours and now there’s only a slight swelling - not even enough that you’d notice it if you weren’t looking.
I went for a walk this evening, on my own. My leisure centre fitness suite membership has expired and there’s no point in renewing it when they’re about to close, so it looks like I’ll be on the streets. It’s much more boring when you’ve no dog to take though 
George has been to Cubs and is now home and in bed, having worked his way across the bombsite that is his bedroom floor. Barney and Henry are at Scouts; they started to sew on their Centenary badges at about 4.30 this afternoon; I’ve no idea if they finished them or not. Jack has just woken up and complained loudly at having to put on pyjamas. I spend half the day telling him to get dressed, and usually it seems he finally does it five minutes before it’s time to start telling him to get pyjamas on.
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