Jamie's bug continues to infiltrate the White family; today my mum reported that her special boy had left her a goodbye gift.
Meanwhile, Master Contagion himself gained a decade in age.
After three and a half years of keeping his mother and me up, this morning Jamie decided he needed a lie in. This is not something that's happened before, and at the weekend it would be a very welcome development.
However, on a Wednesday, Vanessa has to be out the door by 7am. And I have to be less than an hour behind her, dragging a cleaned and clothed Jamie and pushing a wiped and wrapped Charlotte to nursery.
"I don't want to get up!" whined yer man.
"Tough," replied his not-in-any-way-sympathetic father.
"Five more minutes!" he pleaded.
"Five more seconds.........and that's time up," I responded.
"But I'm tired," he persevered.
"But I don't care," said me, and on it went.
Eventually I did get him to rise, but who knows what to expect next? A girlfriend? A fag behind his ear? Depression?
Time will only tell.
