Sick day

We rented the movie 'Australia' last night - boy that's a long movie. As we crawled off to bed at 1am, Conor woke and I went in. Raging fever. Ended up sitting up with him all night. He was feverish all day today. When he got all delirious this evening we decided we'd better do something about it, and called nhs24, who made him an appointment at the local hospital to be checked out for swine flu.

Obviously, a mere 5 minutes after I put the phone down, he suddenly perked up and said his first words of the day ("can I watch Sean the Sheep?") then demanded chocolate milk (first 'food' of the day) and said that yes, he did feel nearly all better.

Faced with this chirpy boy with only a slight temperature, the doctor not surprising said it probably wasn't swine flu. Within 10 minutes of being back in the house Conor's temperature was racing back up and he was all grumpy and clingy again. Grrrr.

Hoping for some sleep tonight...

The parts of the day that weren't spent cuddling a ferociously hot boy, were spent painting, nursing my exploding head, and eating this fantastic roast lamb - here being anointed with fennel seeds by Mr B.