A rubbish Sunday. I tried to do a bit of work early on while Louisa went out to get some supplies in preparation for our pre-op isolation this week. I went to get a spot of Christmas shopping and by the time I'd walked home my arm/shoulder was throbbing and my head was banging so I spent most of the afternoon dozing on the sofa.
Owen too flaked out pretty much as soon as he got home for an early evening nap. A nap that meant he really wasn't sleepy later on and ended up with me spending the night on the sofa with him because I physically can't carry him to bed at the moment. These are the days you treasure.