The bedroom was so utterly toasty warm this morning I could hardly open my eyes.  And when I finally did manage to crawl out of bed I  wandered out of my room  to wake Finley and found him gone. 

Panic ensued. I imagined all kinds of toddler Houdini tricks to escape the baby gate. But saw no way through it. Or even over it.

And then a little voice came from under the bed.

Mummy are we having our muss (milk) now?

And there he was, snuggled up with a blanket and his Mummy bear, hiding from the world.

So thank you  Mr Plumber. Because of you I didn’t  hear my son getting out of bed.  Because of you my Mum  will probably be calling social services as we speak.

But I was so scrumptiously cosy…