Baboon Talk

I had one of those tossy-turny sleepless nights again last night but have realised they no longer panic me as much as they did. If I can't sleep I will just have to be tired the next day and the nice thing about temping is that it doesn't matter that much really. When angry thoughts come I just have to read or watch telly to push them away
And it is fab listening to H talking in his sleep while I am lying there. Last night he muttered: "Where's your baboon?" I said he was my baboon and gave him a cuddle. Then asked him where his baboon was. "In Space," he said. "Because he had hairy hands."
Maybe I don't really need a child, maybe he is it!