Awoken by a strange sound just before midnight, it was Harry vomiting. Had to bath him and change the bed and so on, it was everywhere. That was the start of it, he's been OK since then. As a result I have spent a day at home. I can still smell the spew, but on the plus side I have done all of the washing in the house.
We had a visitor this morning, in our bin cupboard:
Paul Clarke's blog - I live and work in Hythe near Folkestone, Kent. Married to Clare and father to Harry and Tommy, I am a web dev, and I do js, node, php, and ruby. I like Folkestone Gerald, pubs, restaurants, home automation, history, genealogy, TV, popbitch, squirrels, pirates ☠, time travel, stained glass...