Wee scone....

Very unwell.

He was absolutely fine this morning when I took him down the beach. Back home he was sitting in my lap and suddenly barfed all over my leg. Then spent the next hour barfing until he had nothing left to bring up. He is feeling very sorry for himself and has passed the afternoon sleeping on the back of the sofa.

He has probably eaten a frog or a mouse or poo. Possibly all three. He is not even reacting to all the fireworks going off this evening.

They are a worry.