30th September 2007

The only real family drama this week has been Sarah’s bout with a particularly stubborn sickness bug that refuses to take the hint and leave. It began with a headache and swiftly escalated into an Olympic-level vomiting routine; anything she ate or drank was immediately returned to sender. Despite two trips to the doctor and a visit to Kettering Hospital today, she’s still under the weather. That said, in a glimmer of hope (and possibly madness), she has requested a jacket potato. We await the outcome with bated breath and a mop. The anti-sickness tablets aren’t staying down, but perhaps a noble King Edward will hold his ground.

As for my week, the excitement was almost unbearable: I cleaned out the greenhouse in preparation for winter and waterproofed the garage roof. Try to contain your envy.

Jamie’s highlight? He still has the same girlfriend as last week, which must be some kind of record. Her name is Lara. Sadly, her surname isn’t Croft, and she has yet to somersault through the lounge, wielding dual pistols.

Sue’s been running on fumes, having kept a bedside vigil with Sarah most nights. She’s starting to resemble a ghost with a good skincare routine.

Nan actually remembered to telephone me, twice! A small miracle. She had not much to report, except that my old school friend Noel’s father had passed away from cancer. She wasn’t quite sure when the funeral was, but the sentiment was there.

We have had no news from Charlotte this week, but that usually means all is well. I suspect that they’re planning another holiday.