Sick boy

We packed our bags and then the Minx took herself off to The Kitchen to do a bit of work, while I had a German lesson. Then, having checked of the cube, the staff at East Quay let us use another room so that the Minx could give a demo.

And after that, we set off north, having taken a photo of the line leading into Watchet Station, as I thought I might not get another daylight photo opportunity today.

Two of my kids, Dan and Abi, both suffer periodically from tonsillitis, and Dan has had been suffering for a particularly bad bout for the last few days, to the point where he wanted to come home. Thus, having stoped off in Salford for some unpacking, I drove up to Lancaster to collect Dan.

Boy, he was in a bad way. He could barely talk and readily availed himself of the meds that the Minx and I had bought earlier, particularly the throat spray. In fact, he was so poorly that when we reached junction 36, I opted to turn left and take him to hospital. However, it turned out that the Urgent Treatment Centre closes at ten, and Dan couldn't face a trip back to Lancaster to go to the Infirmary. 

As soon as we were home, then, I packed him off up to bed while I made him some soup, which is the only thing he can eat, poor guy.