T and I had planned a pub trip for this evening, but childcare complications meant we ended up at T’s enjoying the company of young B.
And a very entertaining young man he is as well – it seems if he’s not falling out of trees he’s walking into lampposts. Still you can always rely on your loving parent to be sympathetic in such eventualities and not take obvious delight in one’s misfortune, or spread such tales around.
Probably.
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