Poorly Pop

Poor old Pops has succumbed to the dreaded tonsillitis. She used to be very prone to it when she was younger but as she hasn't had it for 3 years we thought she might have grown out of it.
She felt a bit wobbly this morning but, being the heartless old crone that I am, I sent her off to school.
I got a call at lunchtime to come and pick her up.
I would have quite liked to leave the year 4 class to their own devices but thought I'd better stay at work and phoned D to go and get her.
She is lying on the sofa under a blanket. Pickle Panda is doing a good job of looking after her.