I can't think of a title for this post

We were quite convinced Beri had mumps (in spite of the MMR) but it turns out to be a viral infection. Nothing that Calpol and early nights won't cure. Oh, and a lot of moaning and fussing, a dash of recalcitrance and a soupçon of really foul temper. He's such a little man.

Gratuitous, I know.

But really - three days before we are off on our hols, and I have no idea how contagious he is. Are the others going to get it? Are we going to get it? Is Jeremy going to get it, and I'll have to drive? Argh.

*sigh* - I guess what doesn't kill us makes us stronger. And the poor little love can't even move his head because it hurts. But his capacity to annoy the crap out of Sid remains undiminished, thank the good Lord.

I'm going to catch up with what everyone else has been doing. I may be some time.