Cheerio, pip pip

Paul left for a week-long work trip this morning. I haven't been too concerned. Single-parenting is tiring but do-able. But perhaps I have not been worried enough. Moments ago the nanny summoned me to the kitchen where a very teary-eyed Harry confessed to having stuffed a Cheerio up his nose. He did not like my idea of using the tweezers to extract it. Fortunately a few blows into a tissue and there it was. (While the offending cereal would have eventually dissolved, he did not seem eager to wait it out). I can only wonder what other delights await me this week.