Bleurch!

No small children woke us last night. Unfortunately the golf ball transplant without anaesthetic into my throat did.

Then the fever started. So today I have mostly stayed in bed dozing, sweating and having a little pathetic whine at MrRoly. He is a far better nurse than me.

I did get up this evening for a bit, only for the Smallest Boy to wake and cry inconsolably for half an hour. So it's back to three in a bed tonight...