Ok ok… I’ve just woke up from a lovely child-free lie in absolutely traumatised because I dreamt about Flopps
I was in Prague with her, but the little miracles were too (as if that would ever happen). She had her own room, but she refused to have them in there with her, so the gormless duo were squeezed into my bed. Squintson had glasses and an eye patch which he wore to bed
She kept popping in to helicopter parent, but actually stayed sat bolt upright in bed all night to police her socials.
I need counselling now