Am Westen nichts neues

A very quiet weekend in the sense of nothing much going on, a very loud one in the sense of poorly children screaming their little heads off.

Beri has been very very badly afflicted. I do actually have photos, but you may prefer your last meal where it is. Just as I have not recorded the noises he has been making, as posterity may prefer its eardrums unruptured. Thank Heaven for Calpol. Sid merely had a very uncomfortable few hours, the jammy little whotsit. And yesterday, all of this in front of Ma's lunch guests, of course.

So today the three of us stayed home. We have lovely neighbours who have been in and out supplying us with fresh Calpol and comics, Jessie came bearing sparkly nail varnish at Sid's specific request, and for the bits where everyone ached too much to move, there was Madagascar.

And tomorrow we will be even closer to Cheerful.