Poorly Rory

My poor boy is poorly again. He just hasn't been able to shake off the illneses this term. Now he has tonsilitis and a basty rash to accompany it.

He is improving - he swings from a gleeful child, dancing like a wild one to a tired, peaceful angel. Here is one of his quieter moments.

He recovered later to eat some of Heston's black forest gateau. I can't say I blame him. Naughty Aunty Mel for dropping that off as she passed.

Mx