In the middle of the night I heard an odd sound in my bathroom, right beside our bedroom. I sat up to have a look. Too dark.
“Is that you, Pip?” I asked
“What are you doing?”
“Gargling, my throat is really sore.”
I really didn’t get back to sleep after that.
Pip has a chest infection. His new chest is just four months old and exhausted from coughing. It’s nothing serious, but we went off to the doctors today to get some anti-biotics before it becomes too much for him. Poor baby…