Back up to speed

So

• we went to St Ives for a much-needed week's holiday, which excited Dom so much that he'd wake up at 4:30 every morning in order to pack as much into his day as possible
• the boy loved the biggest sandpit that he'd ever seen but was more than a little disconcerted by the big wobbly frothy swimming pool he found at the end. Inspired by Evie, and equipped with an as yet undeveloped waterproof camera, we took him for a paddle which he hated.
• chilling in his sun-tent on the beach watching the ladies go by, he liked
• a succession of grey-haired well-meaning types insisted that just 'a little bit' of a Cornish Cream Tea wouldn't hurt him (gluten, sugar, dairy, hello?)
• we took two trips to the swimming pool where I found the two or three seconds that Dominic will happily swim underwater for seemed to take forever, but he loved that too
• In my first week back at college my class notes read

  teething, symptoms of: irritable, fretful, clinging, difficulty sleeping, cry more, extra saliva, lots of chewing, sometimes warm/red cheeks

  and a light may as well come on over my head. I immediately began to regret all the pre-dawn threats to float him out to sea on his changing mat and realised his rosy glow may not after all be down to harbourside pensioners slipping him a tot of scrumpy