It’s Tiny Flirt’s first proper “sickie” today.

He’s not seriously ill, but projectile barfing isn’t a particularly sociable habit in a nursery full of other kiddies – so the nursery has asked that he stays at home until he stops.

Anyway, there is an itinerary for a proper sickie when you are only feeling slightly off-colour. Slobbing front of the telly watching some obscure sport (apparently England still play cricket! Remarkable!;) a bit of computer gaming; warm soup & soft bread; lots of gentle moaning whenever anyone shows concern (he’s a natural!) napping on the sofa…

Somebody has to teach blokes how to do these things properly, and as a responsible dad…