Sunday was a dull day; my daughter was really poorly so I stayed at home with her while my husband and son went off to have round at B and M’s house. My daughter napped from 12:30 until 6pm and then went to bed at 8:15pm until 9am the next morning. So dull but not dreadful.
My husband and son turned up at 8:30pm, both covered in vomit. My son had puked in the taxi just before they got home. I don’t know whether the taxi driver was nice about it or not – I do know that he charged the £50 clean up fee. Hey ho.
Yesterday, both children were poorly so it was another dull day. I went out to the post office collection office to pick up a parcel but it turned out to be some washing machine delimescaler. At least it got me out the house.