Going back to Christmas 3 years ago, all the presents are open, paper strewn, happy faces all around.
Jarvis starts to cry.
"What's the matter sweetie ? "
"I didn't get my dog mummy, I asked Father Christmas for a dog, I promised to be a good boy and he didn't bring me one "
Floods of tears.
oh dear ! Explanations given and the excuses began
and have continued ever since. We can't have a dog because .......
Fast forward to this weekend.
Norman came to stay....
I might be starting to waver.