Melting point

Ben's is about 40 degrees, body temperature. Poor lamb has been tossing and turning all night. Relieved slightly by an episode of Basil Brush as goal keeper at 2am.

We made another visit to the brilliant PAC health centre, where he was seen and prescribed antibiotics from a very dry but amusing Doctor from the North of Spain. She tells me her daughter bounces on the bed, sings and dances when she has a temperatue, whereas Ben becomes even more philosophical. Think I prefer the latter.

This is the view from the waiting room. A frustrating day when it was so beautiful outside.