Poor boy

Chicken pox (we think) has got hold of the boy and my, is he grumpy. Ironically, he slept through the entire night in his own bed last night but I doubt he will tonight.

The wife cooked her fish pie thing tonight. It makes me feel sick. In fairness, everyone else seems to love it but I just cannot handle the smell, let alone actually tasting it. Just thinking about it now is turning my stomach.

It did however, cheer Elliot up momentarily. He had great pleasure feeding it to the dog, tipping it over the furniture and occasionally eating some.

Going to be a long few days ahead.