My claim on the Favourite Parent title is in real jeapordy, having recently passed a very unpleasant lurgy onto Maddy.
The poor mite kept waking herself up last night with a nasty cough; one not entirely dissimilar to Derek Zoolander's self-diagnosed bout of the Black Lung.
Happily though, she seemed to put illness aside and wriggle as excitedly as ever when I popped in to check on her. Although with the benefit of hindsight, I think that was more in anticipation of Calpol's sugary, throat-coating sweetness, than at the prospect of a cuddle from her guilt-ridden Pop.
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