I've spent the day with Hugh/Meredith/Mum, and then the evening babysitting Noah. He went to bed a short while ago, where I left him hugging a Mickey Mouse and hiccuping intermittently. When I stuck my head around the door ten minuts later he was asleep. The poor thing was watching TV with me (yay for
Mr Tumble and fun with sign language) when his parents left, and when he realised they'd gone out he just went all sad on me. He let me read him a few books before announcing it was bed time, crawling into it, and then letting me pull the duvet up over hiis shoulders. It was the most pathetically sad thing I've seen in a while.
In other pathetically sad news I've got an ill Julie in a bed in Morningside, so I'm not going to the cabaret tonight, but am instead going to go home, find work clothes for tomorrow, and head over to hers to give her a hug. And then fall asleep and drool on her shoulder. That's what boyfriends are _for_.
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