Here I am, sat on the sofa, chatting with my best mate. The Boy is very poorly and laying down with a towel over him in case he’s sick again.
I’m chatting away about blogging, not really seen the best mate since I started blogging properly so I’m just filling him in on the last couple of months.
Then a little voice pipes up from beside me ‘I want a blog.’
‘Oh do you?’
‘Yes, Mummy, in ten months’ – I’ve been told, and that was the end of the matter, it seems.