Grotty

Yesterday I felt terrible, the after-effects of whatever they jabbed in my legs apparently. Mum says it's for the best. She tried to cheer me up by jiggling me in the sling, but I just wasn't in the mood (these are the 2 photos out of about 20 when I wasn't crying). I'm a lot jollier today - I've already taken Mum to my playgroup where she learns nursery rhymes and talks to other Mums about Sleep and Milk. Now we're off for her lesson in massaging me.