Friday is John's daycare day, referred to as his 'club'. Last week I had a terrible time getting him there. He kept asking where he was going. I know he has difficulty understanding what's said to him, so I tried very way I could to get through to him. But he kept coming back with 'why won't you tell me where I'm going?'. In the end I just had to say, 'You'll just have to get in the car and wait and see'. He was in a foul mood, and apparently gave them trouble while he was there. This week I've been feeling really rough -- infection, don't ask! I felt so bad yesterday I went to bed for a couple of hours in the afternoon. Didn't get much rest, he kept coming up to see if I was OK, but it seems to have had an effect! This morning John asked what we were doing, and I told him he was going to his club. He pulled a face, and I said 'Don't give me a hard time this week, I can't take it.' He said 'All right, I'll go'. So I've come to the conclusion last week's performance was a wind-up. And I would have said John hadn't a devious bone in his body! Perhaps I should be ill more often!