Bed

I woke at three with a distinctly unsettled stomach thing going on. A couple of hours of sleeplessness and a little light restlessness later I heard Tom heading for the bathroom. His stomach was more committed and chose to empty itself.

So a sick day beckoned. In some misguided belief that my attendance at a meeting was utterly vital for the project, company and possibly mankind itself I went in for a few hours, regretting the move almost instantly.

So an afternoon of sleep - followed by bored sick boy needing stories.

We need to feel better - we're going on our holidays!