Day 126

This is the medal H won at a football themed birthday party this morning. He scored 5 goals and was extremely pleased with himself. He's been wearing it today and feeling very proud.

This afternoon we met some friends in our local pub who we haven't seen for ages. H and their little girl Molly played together (I say played - H spent a large part of the afternoon undressing her dolls...), we had some drinks, had a lovely meal, and then it happened.... H threw up. Everywhere.

I'm hoping it was just the combination of a big meal, ice cream and then a big glass of fresh orange that curdled in his stomach, and not a stomach bug. Poor little sausage. He's had an awful week. We cleared it all up but it smelt so bad and I felt so sorry for the people who were eating near us. Whoops.

We left the pub feeling rather embarrassed...