I missed most of Sunday going to bed at nine in the morning and being woken up at five in the evening.
Apparently they went to an indoor play area with their cousins and then had dinner at Nanny and Grandads house.
Once I was up Daddy and I snuck into the kitchen for a catch-up and the Rs followed us, climbing onto the worktops so they could join in at our level. We were discussing things we needed to take on holiday. I mentioned that it might be better if Baby Annabell went into a suitcase rather than Ms R carrying her for the journey. Daddy seemingly wasn’t aware quite how important Baby Annabell is to a certain person and said she couldn’t come at all but the Rs could take a soft toy instead. Ms R crumpled into a devastated heap and sobbed huge great tears into me while I pulled faces at Daddy and whispered into her ear. Daddy, after looking quite surprised and baffled said that we’d find a way to take her.