Thursday 13 December 2012


Well, after 2 eye flushes and a course of antibiotics (drops and oral), I'm not going to win the human-of-the-month award from my little fluffy boy. My only consolation is that the new regime of daily face bathing is likely to seem like pure joy compared to dropping stuff in his eye.

"Cotton wool? Bowl of water? I know what this means."

"It means until you put them away and come back with your hands full of snacks you'll be speaking to this end."