We're having a lovely weekend in the country this weekend. Well, we're trying to. It's 10:30pm here and the spud is currently up and after tricking his father into letting him get up by pulling the wee-wee card he is now using every delaying tactic in his capacious book of manoevres. By that I mean that I watched him brush his teeth for the second time and now he is rampaging up the hallway looking for our hostess, who is cowering in a spare bedroom trying to protect her son (Einstein of the many words) from the distractions of mine.
Now we are putting the spud to bed in our bed. This post is officially hijacked.