I promised I wouldn't post this...sorry!

The exhaustion of her nightmare journey finally caught up with Anne on Sunday evening. One moment we were chatting away, the next Anne had zonked out on the sofa...I left her be for about an hour, but she looked like her neck might snap if I didn't get her up for bed. (That and the dribble was starting run down her arm!!)
I gently woke her, and as she tried to regain conscientiousness she asked 'is it breakfast time?' ...Ahhhhh, this trauma had her bushed. I ushered her to her room and didn't hear another sound for 10 hours...sleep well friend xx