Not a good Saturday.

Yes I'm quite aware I still haven't managed to catch up yet but I will take this minute through the harassment of The Sprogs to have a brief recap of yesterday.  For those that follow me on Twitter (and if you don't, why on earth not?! do follow and say hello) you may be aware that yesterday I had to take The Toddler to the hospital, again.  Those who've known me a while will know that this will be the 4th? 5th? time since last November. 

I'll spare you the boring details and gripes about incompetency and such bollocks and just give the basics.  Nearly 8 hours, twenty eight (possibly 34, I'm too tired to remember) puffs of Ventolin, several vomits, a nebuliser, two attempts at oral steroids, 4 doctors and a chest x-ray later and we finally arrived home.

Despite it all The Toddler was an absolute star and collected admirers and melted hearts wherever he went.  He really is rather adorable.