It is time for Little Miss to go to gymnastics, only I can't find her. I troop upstairs expecting to have to shout for her to hear me, if she is, as I expect, sitting there with headphones on watching a Youtube video. Instead, I find her tucked up in bed, fast asleep. I decide not to wake her, she has had a cold hanging on her over the last day or so.
She wakes about an hour later and gurns. After coming downstairs, she coories in and we watch a DVD together. I must exude some sort of magic healing power because within the hour she is up bouncing about with a balloon - that is until her Daddy reminds her that she is supposed to be ill, when suddenly she is a sorry little soul again. A good night's sleep and she will be fine - we hope, anyway, because Little Mister has an appointment at the same time the other two should be going to school tomorrow.
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