sick and tired

poor little lass woke in the wee small hours vomiting. Mercifully it was a mild dose of sickness and by the time she was out of bed in the morning she was much better, if a little wan. We coloured, cut and glued, played shop and had a tea party on the living room rug, nibbling on what she fancied here and there. Come tea time she was tired but her cheeky self.