Coff Coff

Last night Nicole went out on her night shift, and when Nicole has night shifts we make real put-hairs-on-your-chest coffee to help her stay awake.

Whilst we were preparing Squeaky for bed, we inadvertently left a cup (yes, yes, I inadvertently left a cup) out downstairs which we found splashes around.

Observing the wild look in Eloise's eyes, we made an assumption.

The assumption was apparently borne out when we said goodbye to N at the front gate, and Eloise legged it up the street at full pelt. Honestly I've never seen her run so fast for so far. She must have covered fifty metres by the time I caught up with her, giggling "Catch Me!"

She wriggled out of my arms by hook or by crook another three times by the time we got back inside, and it took an hour to get her into bed, let alone asleep.

So she hasn't inherited my immunity to caffeine, although I suppose it's something you need to work at.