The little man has been fed and washed, so he’s ready for Theatre in an hour’s time.
He looks so little and helpless lying in his theatre gown. It seems a little too big for him, as if it shouldn’t be him that’s wearing it – he’s too small for surgery.
I’ll be keeping away from the Theatre this time, I found it too distressing watching them put him to sleep. I wanted to push them off him. He’ll be going down with his dad, hopefully he’ll be less wimpy than me.
Fingers crossed for Seabass please xx