The FB is starting to worry me. He seems to be labouring under the impression that he is an animal. Yesterday he came up to me and licked my hand. I said "ughh don't do that, you're not a dog" and he said "bark! bark!" and licked my hand again. He also climbs on to the back of the sofa and when he's told that only the cats are allowed to sit up there, yup you guessed it, he miaows like a cat. My son is certifiable.
Yesterday it bucketed it down, absolutely poured. One of those days when it is far nicer to be in doors snug and warm with perhaps a good film on the box. Alas we had to go out to meet MrV from the tube station as tonight was our once-every-three-years fish 'n' chip night. So the FB and I put on our wet weather gear and headed out.
Today was gorgeous, a beautiful clear crisp autumn day and my mother-in-law is making one of her flying visits to London from the arse of beyond. She left home at 3am this morning, and flies back up north at noon tomorrow. Poor woman, she is absolutely shattered but so happy to see her grandson, and it was lovely to see her too.