This morning at about 6.20 Greg arrived in the kitchen with a big smile on his face. He always wants to be picked up when he's in this sort of mood, but my back is no longer up to this sort of thing. He's like a big sack of potatoes, but much more wriggly!
He was desperate to show me some drawings he'd been doing in school - and what a delight they were too.
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