So, the time has come for my solo-auntying adventure with my one year old nephew.

This evening I fly to Bristol to take charge of the small person for a few days while his parents take a well deserved trip away – drunkenly wandering around Glastonbury, sleeping in a tent and praying it doesn’t rain isn’t my idea of rest & relaxation but I was born this old so what do I know?

As experienced as I am with babies and small children, it has been a wee while since I did this on my own so I am fully expecting to experience the need for eyes in the back of my head, realising just how fast he can move and having to take him to the loo with me because I don’t want to leave him on his own.

As a busy baby, days are going to be full and hopefully there will not be too many tears. I have no doubt that I will collapse into bed at 9, my book untouched.

I am incredibly excited to spend some time with this small human, to be immersed in the world of a baby again. But let’s see who is more broken by Monday – the Glasto-partying parents or the solo-auntying Neeny…