Evie’s Nanas gets a wash.

Yes even poor Nanas (pronounced as in bananas for those who are curious), fell victim to the torrent of vomit from Evie’s night of illness.

Into the washing machine he went for a wee spin.

Sickness and diarrhoea.

Enough said. It’s been a busy night. Millie and Evie are both ill with a nasty tummy bug. I’m sure Gruff isn’t far behind.

Sofa Bound

The Flu siege continues. The girls are rotten. Lots of sleeping, medicine and more sickness.
Can’t do much else at the moment.

Lurgy.

Millie 38.5, Evie 39.5. Gruff….annoying his sisters. More temperature, more lurgy, more illness.
I argued with the woman in Boots as she couldn’t sell me enough medicine for all of them as we have a idiotic law that prevents us from overdosing…..
Anyhow, ’tis the season and all that jazz…

Bleugh…

Happy birthday to me. This year I had a vomiting bug for my birthday. Lovely.