Poor Dylan

After a fortnight of feeling like death, I'm amazed at how well Dylan is coping. On Tuesday and Wednesday afternoons I tend to feel dreadful, so post-nursery, Dylan is mostly left to entertain himself whilst I lie on the sofa. The guilt is overwhelming. Fortunately he will play on his own, topped up with a generous application of Peppa Pig on DVD. But I feel awful! We never go out at the mo, and trips to the park are heavily curtailed. To quote one of Dylan's favourite phrases... "poor Dylan!"