Flashlight

Sweeney's got a torch. He reads stories with it after I've read stories with it and tucked him in and left him to get snoozing. I realised I hadn't seen or heard him for what felt like ages tonight while I was making dinner. He was up at the front of the house, shining his torch on cars in the dark. After some stories I showed him how to make an alsatian shadow with your hand. He was kind of a little bit slightly impressed.

Just hangin'. With his torch.

And here he is, yesterday. This is how he rocked up for breakfast.

Dapper. Love that safety gear ...