Easy, Tiger!

Joe did a 6 o'clock start, general anesthetic, return trip to Cambridge. Followed by Halloween party and Trick-or-treating in the rain. Up again today. Full day of school, outside playing for all the breaks; went round to friend's for tea, played and sang rude songs and larked about for 2 hours. And then wilted onto the couch and said barely another word.

Completely knackered. Totally overcooked it. No idea when to stop! Came home, had to be carried to dinner table and was so tired he couldn't lift his head off the table to eat. Carried to bed. Conked out shortly after.

So do we send him to school for the whole day tomorrow if he wants to? Still deciding, but it doesn't look like he's going to stop of his own free will. And he has to be ready to shave off his Pampa's and Uncle Sid's hair tomorrow night.

It's great to see him so keen and full of life again though. It's just a shame that we may have to rein him in. East, Tiger!

From Photos of Joe

Adams Family or Apocolypse Now. Take your pick. Joe out of costume on Halloween.