3 Rollers in the fridge

Smallest went to bed very early and fell asleep but woke up half an hour later in a very confused mood. He suddenly started talking about doing his Level 7 swimming badge and how worried he was about doing his front crawl. We got him in his PJ's and sent him back to bed after a long cuddle and a huge bit of patting him on the back for how well he has done.

Once both boys were in bed and fast asleep, Huffle and I watched another hour of 24. It is getting complicated.

This morning Smallest appeared full of beans but struggled through breakfast. The boys showered and played on the Ipad and DS. Huffle watched his beloved Stoke beat Arsenal and I went up to the loft for some quiet time where I tried to replicate the bag I made in the week. I was interrupted by Smallest wanting me to help him with his DS which I did in between some sewing (he helped me press the foot pedal too). One minute he was laughing, the next crying, he doesn't know what to do with himself. His appetite is zero and he says his cough hurts but we haven't heard him cough. He says his throat hurts but only when he drinks. We bought more medicine and will give him plenty and try and kick this silly thing. Once the football was finished, we all went out and did some paint and necessity shopping. We bought more paint for the ktichen and some for the basement plus some more brushes. We picked up a bit of food for tomorrow and then drove to our local town where we had Huffle's birthday meal. It was very nice but Smallest couldn't manage all of his.

We popped to the Royals on the way home and had a cheeky glass of wine with them before they headed off to a wedding reception. We left our key as they have kindly offered to look after our house while we are away. We came home, put the shopping away and played carcassonne.

Huffle and I had a go at getting the basement clean as there was 'mud' all over the floor and dust everywhere while the boys watched TV before bed. Then we painted one coat of white on the walls and ceiling, scraped away the stupid Mickey and Minnie Mouse stickers on the wall and finally at 9pm sat down with a cup of well deserved tea.

When we went round to the Royals earlier, Smallest was asking if they would be going to school whilst on England. I thought he just meant visiting them as we had asked if we could pop in and say hello at their old school, but Huffle now thinks that Smallest thinks we are going back there to live. Is this why he is not well at the moment. Has he worried himself again into an illness? Poor little man must be so confused. We have decided to tackle the subject all together at breakfast tomorrow and see if we can sort things out. Bless, I remember when Small was very small and every time we went on hoiday he thought we had moved house. We had to explain it every year but at least he didn't worry himself, not eat and cry a lot. I'm afraid Smallest gets that silly gene from me (sorry Smallest).

Right, that's it, packing is done!

Huffle edit - i blow a raspberry in the general direction of all Arsenal fans

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