After the weekend indignity of being vomited on by Charlotte, tonight Jamie came home from school - and vomited on me.
Excellent.
I wasn't so well myself overnight, although didn't barf, and have felt rough all day. Even I can work out that these three family health incidents are likely to be connected.
But help will soon be at hand because my mother arrives tomorrow, and she used to be a nurse.
There's still some sick on the floor which hopefully she'll be good enough to clean up too.
UPDATE 2015: Jamie has just been sick over me again. And this time it really was all over me. I've can't ever remember wanting to swear as much as this, ever. Poor me, er, Jamie.
