Day 1.022: Where's yer troosers?

When will it end? We've just measured E5N1's temperature above 104 °F, then we gave him some Calpol (that's the UK's answer to Children's Tylenol) and 5 minutes later he vomited his last feed, drugs and all presumably. At least his fever seems to be closer to 100 °F now. Exile #3 had a similar habit at around his age and she survived it OK.

The picture is not of Donald of course, but Exile #4 who, having spent all day in a purple leotard from the dressing-up box (and a fleece when she got cold) insisted on going out to meet Exile #3 from the bus in the middle of a messy winter storm - and duly donned hat, gloves and snow boots - what more could a girl need?

One day we'll all be healthy enough to be allowed back into society - we'll endeavour to dress appropriately when that day comes.