Three days of rain and suddenly... No rain. The haze returned with a vengeance. One can no longer predict the weather as before.

The weekend saw my son going down with ulcers on his tonsils and a raspy cough. However, his apetite hasn't diminished a whit. His paediatrician saw him on Saturday morning and declared him to be bacterially infected but it didn't stop him from trying to act cute in front of the nurses. He turned One in July.

We've been attending to his grouch attacks and bouts of fever over the past 3 days and it's sapped us dry (Forgive us parenting newbies for whining). His 7pm to 7am sleep has also gone the way of the dinosaurs. Instead, he's sleeping an hour later, waking up intermittently and doing the sunshine dance at half past six in the morning.

We've got a 2000+ metre high hill nearby but on account of the haze, it hasn't been seen since last month.

Sleep is Good... Work is Bad.