My poor wee lamb pie.
My son Charlie, he is five.
He is the love of my life. He rocks my world.
He has a smooshed face.
He took a BIG tumble in the playground at school the other day, and ended up in hospital with concusion and a crushed nose and a split lip, and an egg on his head the size of a cricket ball.
He is, now, totally fine.
I am now, totally fine.
Thank you to everyone for yor tweets and messages and hugs of support last week. I needed it, and I feel very cossetted by the virtual hugs. Thank you.