Our little home is something of a petri dish at the moment it seems.
Small person has spent the last 36 hours with a very high temperature which is leaving her like a wrung-out dish cloth.
It meant no return to school today after half term and for the last 36 hours I have done little more than bathe her forehead, administer Calpol and have her draped across me because little people tend to want their mummies when poorly. Snatches of domestic stuff have been done when she sleeps. Lavender and tea-tree baths have been had which seem to help a little. Next to nothing has been eaten, which bothers me and regular checks for spots or indications of anything particularly worrisome are being made.
It is probably just one of those things that will work its way through her system and she will be as right as rain in another day or so. I hope so anyway as it is her birthday this week.
Before the bug struck I did managed to finish knitting her cardigan:
I just need to press it and sew it up and then I will show a photograph.