This was the scene that greeted me this morning as I woke up (far too early) at Neil and Maya's house.
In spite of us hanging out, playing with trains and balls, watching an obviously 70s leisure drug-inspired Children's TV show and getting hugs and kisses before bedtime, it seemed that Toby was still a little unsure about finding me in the spare bedroom this morning. Perhaps it was my bleary-eyed, jet-lag and too much partying induced appearence that was to blame.
Anyway, he eventually caved in and came charging towards the bed while shouting unintelligible instructions that were probably intended to let me know that I needed to get up as Mummy had to hurry and get ready to go to the Bicester for the gymnastics team and that I was likely going to make her late.
Unfortunately I didn't figure out the message in time and caused her problems anyway. Sorry Maya. Thanks for the enormous plate of chilli and the Cadbury's Wispa, though.
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