It's a conspiracy. Boy Three is away, by all accounts, charming most of West Yorkshire. So, theoretically, that means a couple of nights of unbroken sleep. However, the first night Boy Two was all hot and sore from his swine flu vaccination when he clambered into bed beside me. Luckily he's "good as new" and I'm so pleased he chose 5am today to come and tell me.
Boy One is full of surprises. He said: "I'm not going to put Lego on my Christmas list. I've got plenty." Really.
Being pushed over by your brother is a bad thing, but flinging yourself onto the frozen ground after trying to slip on ice is a good thing, apparently.