Mainly mine, it has to be said. 🙁
I’d spent the Saturday at FoH indulging the children, and as such had done none of the things I wanted to do, not even a wander through the little shopping area, much less actually seeing any of the events. So to be at home on Sunday was not my idea of fun, and I’m afraid I behaved very badly, moping about and even crying somewhat.
Big was under the weather, but by no means ill when she woke – Small slept in until gone 11 and then seemed a little subdued, but he wasn’t as upset as I’d expected either, so maybe he’d had enough. Apparently my tent was dismantled and is now in Reading – discovered when I got to the bottom of the boot that it must be without bags as they were in the boot. Lesson for future, put tent bags in tent, you never know when someone else might need them! :rolls:
I had on the drive home had half hearted hopes that I might get to go back for the day – given that children didn’t rise until lunchtime and I’d had very few hours sleep, that wasn’t going to happen.
So Sunday was a very quiet day, as was Monday, although punctuated by the odd cough and sneeze. Still nothing drastic enough to make me think that she definitely had sflu – think more likely to have been too much heat and a summer cold. As they aren’t swabbing any more, guess we won’t ever know.
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