Woke up today to the sound of birds singing; the sight of mist hanging in the air and the smell of... my son's puke.

yup! The lad finally decided to regurgitate after days of us trying our best to coax him into expunging the mass of bacteria laden mucuous and gunk in his throat and belly. He did it with his usual panache; drink down his morning feed. Smile at his mum, babbled something to her (probably a warning!) then .... did his impression of a chocolate fountain! on the bed... on the bedroom floor... and finally, in the corridor. Not once, but THREE times the mess.

Pleased with his performance, he smiled, wiped his puke stained lips on my shirt and asked for "by-bee-nah" (Ribena). Now before you go all healthy on us about how much sugar a young lad like him ought to take just know that it's just the colour he's after-hence, very little of the sweet stuff and heaps of H2O.

Clean up wasn't fun today.

We saw the outline of the hill yesterday evening... a sign of better weather ahead?

PBI 1062 - You've got a meeting cum rehearsal with Patrick in the multimedia theatre today at 5:00 pm. Please be there.