I think Hal got out of the bed the wrong side this morning – either that or he’s trying to get Mummy back for pulling his plaster off last night. He keeps having a go at me, and I’ve done nothing wrong.
Hal had pulled 2/3rds of his plaster off by last night, but he then started playing with it, rather than removing it totally. It wasn’t protecting the wound any more, but was making him lick his leg, so Mummy gave up and pulled the rest off for him. I think he was scared – he can be such a big girl at times!