Oh dear. I said it wouldn’t take long. Jack has a very light rash over his upper body, and two of his mates have just had chicken pox. Fingers crossed that it’s just a rash, eh?
He’s had a bit of a wobbly day today. He must have fallen over almost a dozen times, cracking his head on the floor, the stairgate, the coffee table, or to best effect, the brick wall outside the front door. He’s got a lovely graze on his cheek/chin. Proper little boy! This walking lark is hard to practice, it seems. His most spectacular tumble was a backflip off the sofa onto his head, which I, in glorious Sunday league goalkeeping style completely failed to catch. He recovers very quickly, but will he have any brain cells left for school?
