I replied, 'I was feeling a little better so I had a small bowl of Frosties. Big mistake.'
YS nodded sagely.
'Still I'm going to do my ironing and then I'll feel justified in lying down.'
YS looked at me and shook his head. 'You're not very good at being ill, are you?'
George isn't helpful in the 'letting mummy be ill in peace' field either. When I went to lie down I told Younger Son that George was outside and to keep an eye on him. Shortly after, YS came upstairs. 'George has gone. I was watching him then I went to get my lunch and then he was gone.'
I found him down the road having his tummy tickled by a lady who'd stopped her car because she thought he looked lost. We have no idea how he got out but thank goodness for dog-lovers.
George likes to help with the recycling too.