Chuffed! Granny’s grin of triumph…

…when she got the baby to sleep, when everyone else had failed.

Yes, it’s dark.  It was past his bedtime, we were on our way home from York on a steam train.

Now drinking whisky and Lapsang Souchong and eating Stilton and oatcakes.  Will I sleep afterwards?  It’s *maybe* every night, so it makes little difference what I eat and drink.

I may be back later, darlings, but Wink is arriving at lunchtime, so jollity overload could happen and short-circuit blogging until tomorrow.

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