Our house has been like a sick bay over the past few weeks.
First Vanessa picked up a bug and was confined to bed. Then I developed an enormous abscess on my tooth, was attacked by killer man flu, twisted my knee horrendously, visciously jarred my back and shattered my rib cage. (Thankfully I'm not one for complaining). Then Charlotte got the sniffles. And Jamie had a tummy upset, leaving him with a rear exit not dissimilar in appearance to that of a Japanese flag.
But hopefully it's all behind us (including Jamie's behind, which remains a shade of angry red).
I hear tomorrow is Friday. Good.
