Our dragon is not lazy

Little bear is exhausted. He is not catching up with his sleep and I forecast a complete meltdown before he actually gives in and sleeps.

Today we went to the Tropical House in Roundhay. Little bear was almost asleep in the car, we had to wake him up to get out of the car. Then we had to walk a few yards to the actual Tropical House. Little bear was in whinge mode, 'This is taking for ages!' We stuck to our guns. We were hoping to let darling father watch Liverpool and Man Utd in peace.

Little bear is interesting when he is this asleep. He is either charging ahead at a great rate of knots or he is stopped, solid and immovable. So we went round pointing out the butterflies (there were loads in a lovely swirling column, it was brilliant) and the meerkats (who according to little bear eat fish) and the birds and the fish. The highlight for me is when we reached the iguanas, no longer roaming sadly, but safely in a large pen. I said that they were baby dragons. Little bear pointed out that they didn't breathe fire like our dragon, because they were too lazy. But at least our dragon ate nicely. I said thank goodness the dragon didn't eat like evil cat because she ate very messily.

No idea where this all came from, by the way, but I think little bear may have been dreaming on his feet.

The impetus for clutterbusting had another push today. In total we spent over an hour looking for first the remote control and secondly little bear's other slipper. Sigh. How he managed to get them so hidden I don't know, but he did and was happily oblivious to OH and I tearing our hair out.

I'll be having another go tomorrow.