We were out all day visiting a friend, wandering around Docklands and Jake didn’t nap. In the afternoon, we took a boat to Greenwich. He ran, explored, walked, talked, ate ice cream, played football, wore a frisbee round his neck and hit us with it when he should’ve been napping. He didn’t fall asleep on the many trains we took to get home. Then he cried for an hour when we got home. Mr Tumble calmed him enough to ask for bed. And it only took five poor renditions of Fifi and the Flowertots (his request) till sleep won over.