Disappointment

Not mine...not really.

I mean, yes, I've been stuck inside all day with a poorly boy. (What the heck - weather man says we've got another six weeks of heatwave, so a coupla days missed won't be too bad.)

It's everyone else's disappointment.

T, because he was supposed to go on scout camp tomorrow for a week. Having not eaten anything for 24 hours and only just able to keep water down, there's no way we can consider that. And the 100-strong camp wouldn't thank us if the bug goes through them all like a dose of salts. We're also supposed to be offering home hospitality to the Swedish scouts camping with them; 'Hullo, welcome, please excuse the cross painted on the door, we've got the lurgy...'

Oh yeah, and it's T's birthday on Saturday - we'd invited friends round for lunch today so he could open his pressies early. Needless to say, that didn't happen. (Funnily enough, T did manage to open everything that arrived today, as poorly as he felt. Just didn't have the energy for the long-awaited Nerf battle...)

J, because she's limited to what we can do as a family, and the girly time we'd planned next week won't happen if her brother's still ill at home.

N, because he enjoys the holidays and spending time with the kids. He's even had to give up his bed so T can have someone with him overnight in case he's sick. Again.

It's not quite the start to the summer holidays I had in mind...but thank God we're at home and together. We could've ended up back in the hospital...