Awake at 2.17am for a feed for Chippie.
Merry Christmas to me. Ho, Ho, Bloody Ho.
At least he wasn’t asking “can we open the presents now can we open the presents now canweopenthepresentsnow!?”
Back to bed with him and awoken a short time later, a very short time later, by sounds. An eight year old, moving stealth like – or so he thought, it was more like an “I’m not drunk!!”