Can’t turn my back for 5minutes without somebody who shall remain nameless but Baggs and Soop know who I mean, doing themselves a mischief.
Sincere sympathy and please rest up and let the healing process have a decent innings.
Feet up Soop (literally) and make sure you see.a Doctor or nurse pronto.
I am back from 24 hours in London on granny duty.
Bedtime went remarkably well, in fact I was expecting a struggle (which failed to happen ) as Flynn is quite Mummy/Daddy fixated at the moment, partly his age, but also because DD has been away and also working18 hour days so much that he might be feeling a bit like the parcel in a game of “pass the”.
What is sweet is that when he wants something he says “Hello ... ....” like “Hello beebies”for a bit of CBeebies on granny’s iPad and when he has had enough he says “Bye, bye... ....”, like “Bye, bye teatime” when he has had enough to eat.
Last night, he didn’t cry when I finally got him into bed after bath, cuddles, milk and four stories, but for about 10 minutes I could hear this little voice piping up “Hello Mummy, hello mama, Hello Daddy, Hello dada” 
However he slept through until nearly 7 and was very excited to find Mummy and Daddy on the pullout sofa bed in his room (granny got their room)
Took him to a wonderful wildfowl reserve/park at Walthamstow Wetlands and saw all sorts of quack quacks (no I didn’t know their names either)
It was baking in Lobdon???,
As was my drive home up the M11/25/1 and now Hattie and I are chillin’ with all the doors and windows open!