Oops

Little bear was banished to his room, exhausted and in need of a nap. In a fit of absent minded madness I left the keys on the hook nearest the door.

I came downstairs, feeling like a dishrag myself, and listened to little bear grumbling. It calmed down somewhat and then I heard, thump, crash, waaaahhh.

I dashed upstairs. Little bear had stood on a (ricketty) wooden box, obtained the keys and fitted the keys into the lock (which is a right fiddle for me to manage as the keys are a bit odd). He had managed to unlock the wire and then fallen off the box. The wire is particularly tricky to get out of the lock, which may have slowed him down.

So he came downstairs for an industrial sized cuddle. I managed to persuade him to watch the Numberjacks for a change, as we can both recite Adventures in Letterland now. All went well for the first ten minutes and then the Problem Blob appeared. Little bear was absolutely distraught, and a further industrial sized cuddle was required, but I coaxed him to watch to the end. I wanted him to see that the Problem Blob was chased away.

I am a bit tired.