Little chicken we have learnt that your father doesn't handle you being sick. It was a long weekend and you spent most nights tossing and turning and wriggling to scratch that you bottom and sleep did not happen.
Mummy spent Monday home with you and by then you had started to feel a bit better.
We had lunch in your tent and played with the chickens outside.
You even spent a day at grannies and she let you play with you birthday present before she wrapped it. Naughty
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