This last week or so has been full of drama for Angus.
To begin with, he had a nasty scare early in the week with the dust buster. Courtesy of his very own mummy.
He then learnt that if he scratched the strawberry mark on his forehead late at night whilst mummy and daddy were sleeping, it would draw a great deal of attention in the morning. Yes, two days in a row, I went in to Angus at the break of dawn to discover dried blood spread all over his forehead. It goes without saying that this traumatised me just a tad. Was this his way of getting me back for the vacuum scare? Two days later, he managed to step it up a notch by greeting me with a face completely smeared with blood. No kidding, the little man looked like he’d just come off a scene from Rambo. He has not gone without a bandaid since – I don’t care if he gets a faint bandaid mark, that surely has to be infinitely preferable to him looking like he’s been attacked by a shark everytime I go into him in the mornings.
But wait, there’s more.