Tree sunset

I have had a very different day.

Got to work and an hour and a half later gets the call from school, the younger one is ill. Its flue!

Now I know he has had a cold for a few days, but he didn't think he was dying before he went out on his paper round this morning. He says he did when he came back, but I was off to work by then.
Hmm!

Man flue?
Slacking?
Or bad mothering?

I don't really want to know.

Escaped, when big brother came home to go to the Chiropractor again. Crunching and clicking, groaning and moaning, so much so, I was asked if I had ever been on stage.
I should have asked him if he had ever pushed a bowling ball through his behind, but I didn't.