Dear Spoon
Of course I am worried about you; I'm your Mum; it's my job. I am glad that ten minutes after writing that post (I did wonder why there was chicken poo on the computer) you had taken yourself to bed and when I went down a bit later to shut the door (in my pyjamas of course) you were all nicely settled in.
It would be nice to think that I could get an early night sometimes, of course, but that will only happen in winter when you go to bed really early.
Love Mum
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