Monday, 15 February 2010
Turning corners
Surely the end of this dodgy run is nearly here? As expected, eldest daughter vomited in the middle of the night. In spite of there being a bowl next to her bed, she made a dash for the loo downstairs, vomited copiously on the wooden floor, and unfortunately, as she made her way back upstairs to tell us about this, was struck again twice on the stairs (new cream-coloured carpet, not ours, rented cottage) with Ribena and tuna puke. It was about 3am. Nice!
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OMG I feel for you BBB.
ReplyDeleteOnce after dinner out we went to see the new flat of some friends. My son got to the top of the stairs, white walls, white stair carpet, all brand new and puked spag bol, I swear he didn't miss a single step!
Hope whatever lurgy she has passes soon.