No Fun At All

Woke up a number of times in the course of a sleepless night to throw up (three times) and deal with attacks of diarrhoea (twice and on-going.) The verdict of the household is that I'm suffering from stomach flu, passed to me by the Missus, who wasn't at all well on Friday. In fact, she's still not back to top form.

Fortunately we have Idham as a driver, and we'll be going back with him and Fafa, otherwise we'd be in trouble. So lucky and unlucky all at once.