Abort! Abort!

My hair has been falling out in clumps recently, doubtless due to some hormonal change (please please please don't let it be a sign that my period is due to start again soon - that would be tooooo depressing) but I thought it a good excuse to tidy myself up a bit and indulge in some Looking After Number One, so on a whim this morning I booked myself in for a wash, cut and blow dry at a local salon.

Unfortunately, no one explained the rules of etiquette to Felix and he started bawling shortly after I arrived... and didn't stop.

So despite the attempts of the Lovely Salon Girls to walk, cuddle, amuse and generally distract him I had to abort the mission, leave the salon with half a haircut and abandon Looking After Number One entirely.

But thanks to one of the Lovely Salon Girls I did finally work out what the problem is - teething. Ok, so I know that teething is mainly a convenient catch-all explanation for all kinds of scrumbly behaviour but since the only thing that calmed Felix was letting him gnaw furiously at my knuckle I am now confident that this actually is down to teething proper, and probably nothing to do with poo at all.

I'm amazed I didn't think of it before.