home tomorrow

It seems to have gone so quickly and we only have tomorrow morning, before we return on the train. We have been upgraded to first class, which is nice, but it's not really much to write home about and I don't believe that Kylie travels this way-I'm sure they must have a special celeb carriage.

Babycake really is sick and was very happy to be carried in his sling today, when normally he's very keen to have a little walk around. He only ate porrigde, refusing everything else and then when we tried to give him some calpol, he threw it all up over the pair of us. He's desperately trying to be happy and lively, but he's still exhausted and wobbly. Mr McMuffin and I are now debating whether to go out for a meal with Babycake cosy in the sling and choking on cigarette smoke, or try and bring something in, as there's no restaurant at this hotel. Our choices seem to be limited to crepes, burgers or paninis, which hardly sets my pulse racing but I think that's what it's going to have to be as the boy is now sleeping in Mr McMuffin's arms.

Aside from the sickness, it's been great and we've explored new places, but I'd love a few more days to see a bit more before coming home to the grind.