Mummy, I'm bored of driving

The poor boy, in the space of 10 days, he's had a 25 hour journey back to the UK, a drive to the Lakes, then back via Yorkshire for a night, then 5 and a half hours to Somerset and back the next day. 

To say he was a dream is an understatement, just when I thought he must have had enough and deserved to explode on me, I'd just get a lovely smile, what a boy. 

We're back, he's passed out by my side and I'm contemplating a run or sleep, both highly appealing.