Today in photos - or The One where I recover my Sense of Humour

Yesterday was a tough day with poorly boys and a stressed out Mum. Today didn't look much better given that we had an appointment at Great Ormond Street, but we managed to pack some fun in on the way!

So, we were at the train station early this morning and H's grandmother communicates her concern that he might be worried about his London trip, via text message. His response?

"Show her my Excited Face Mummy!"

So I did.

Unfortunately due to the wonders of modern connectivity crap connectivity provided by Vodafone she didn't get this until after we were home. No matter...... it's cute, right?

"Are we there yet?"

Due to the impressively punctual completely unreliable and totally frustrating "service" offered by Abellio Greater Anglia most of the trains into London were cancelled this morning. Apparently, saying "sorry" makes it all ok though. Isn't that nice?

So we had to head right into Liverpool Street on the 10.09am totally made up service cobbled together at the last minute and then head BACK to Westfield for a spot of shopping. 

EXTRA fortunately we both managed to retain our sense of humour after coffee/pretzel/smoothie/brownie (delete as applicable) (Don't delete because it really did take all that to recover ourselves.....)

The Power of Coffee. Works Wonders every time......

I did ask him for a re-take as he pulled a daft face... but got the response "I'm all Selfied out now". Of course. After one shot. A better than usual one of me though so I'm not complaining!

That was the fun bit. The not-so-fun-bit followed, with talk of further appointments, interventions and a blood test. The last precipitated a sense of humour failure, right after they decided to take blood from the vein also known as "Dandelion". NO idea on that one. But since I have endured enjoyed approximately four hours on the playing/sales/viewing stats of Zelda games,  plus everything you ever didn't want wanted to know about the Wii U I decided not to ask. Dandelion it is....

By some complete miracle, we managed to escape EARLIER than anticipated (GOSH friends will know how incredibly unlikely this is) and jumped on the first off-peak service home. Amazing.

Bit tired now - scoffed the chips, need a nap. 

(And that was just me, so goodness knows HOW tired he is!)

We arrived home to a happy house with a nearly-finished-my-GCSEs-and-it's-now-half-term happy 16 year old and two jolly 8 year olds who have been told they have the teachers they want next year. 

So that's Friday night SORTED. Unless you are Oscar, for whom it was decided "Hugging Therapy" was required. 

Now that's one SERIOUSLY unimpressed cat. 

So, sense of humour recovered, kids in bed, (well, it sounds good but actually two of them are NOT yet in bed....) and I'm DONE for the week. 

Happy Bank Holiday!