There’s bugs in the house and there’s a man down. Consequently, in the carnage that has been the changing of the bed sheets and the washing of the pyjamas, I have inadvertently become a receptacle of the sick. There were moments of calm when the signs seemed to have subsided but after a rookie move (I risked the afternoon bottle), it all came flowing back and I caught it in my lap to prevent it from blanketing the fabric covered chairs and the newly acquired rug.
From now on there will be water and a plain diet with the hope that the bug ‘does one’ and normal service can be resumed because tomorrow Littlest View From a Daddy has her first Christmas Party.
Send good vibes and any spare washing powder tablets please!