Delicate

Little D remains worn out, although his temperature has gone down thankfully. He didn't touch his dinner and instead wandered off. I thought he was playing in the living room but he'd actually taken himself upstairs and into bed, poor wee lamb.

Miss A tried to pull the same stunt as last night, refusing to sleep until I came to bed. I was much firmer this time, gave her a stern talking to and went downstairs. We were then subjected to banshee like screaming until Rob also gave her a stern talking to - finally she relented. Hopefully this will be the last of the bedtime trauma.