Another week of illness, now getting pretty fed up of it.  Maybe I should just go around the whole house spraying anti-bacterial disinfectant everywhere! 

I wouldn’t mind but it’s not even like we’re passing the bugs to each other, each illness is a new one.  My son came home from school with a rash over his body.  I took him to the doctors for one of the emergency appointments to be told, it’s a virus and it’s infectious.  NICE!

Where on earth that came from, goodness knows.  The local schools have had chicken pox and a rumour of measles doing the rounds, so I can only assume it was a derivative of one of those.

Oh well, my son didn’t mind being told he couldn’t go to school, especially when he didn’t feel ill with it.

Still haven’t had my cardboarding slide yet.  The nearest to a bit of fun I had this week was clip clopping around a department store with my daughter, much to her delight.  You know when you put your heel down first, then slap the rest of your shoe down, especially on wooden floors.

Plus, we were walking slow, then fast and making tunes with our feet.  Good, silly, free, fun that nobody seemed to mind.