After a revolting night with my little monster, I woke up feeling not human, infact, I felt like monsters had invaded my stomach. At 1pm I put out the SOS to LOML to come home (he is working in Auckland) and look after monster child. The short story is that he did, but had to pack said child up and take him back with him as he had the journalists coming in the morning.
So here I sit, starting to feel a little better, with no LOML and no child. What does one DO with oneself? I keep roaming the house because I'm sure I'm hearing noises (curse the heavy footed neighbours who built their house far too close to ours). Maybe a bath, a long soak with a good book? Hmmm, so many options!