- Hey Daniel
- Yeah?
- You need to go to the toilet. Now.
- Do I? Okay. Ooh. That doesn’t feel right. I wonder if I’m okay.
- Hey Daniel
- Yeah?
- Toilet again.
- So soon?
- And do you have a bucket handy?
- Yeah I think so.
- Grab it.
- Okay. What for… oohhhh… oohh dear… bleaaarrrrgghhh…. Well now. That’s a spectacular colour.
- It is, isn’t it. Now might be a good time for you to go to bed.
- Yes, I think I will.
And so it began, last night, a joyful night of gastroenteritis. It’s gone around some of the rest of my family, but by golly it was my turn. Thankfully not as painful or traumatic as last time I was sick (hmm, exactly a month ago, too), but not exactly pleasant.
So today I’ve spent the day at home, resting, primarily from the lack of sleep last night. It’s amazing how slowly the day can go when you’re spending it doing next to nothing. I keep looking at the clock, being amazed it’s only X o’clock, instead of X+2 o’clock.
