rattling

Stroppy in the morning, asleep in the car on the way to Livingston and mostly reasonable around the farm park place, though he started going on about not wanting to come out of the soft play bit when his time was up despite having voluntarily exited it twice whilst he still had more then ten minutes left. He was a bit nervous about seeing the local pretend santa but seemed to loosen up a bit when he turned out to not be too loud and spent most of the time talking about tractors, when our turn finally arrived after an hour in the queue.