Both ends burning

After a night spent projectile vomiting and splattering the lavvy there's only one thing for it.

On the sofa, covered in a duvet, with a Nintendo DS, a bottle of water and the sick bucket close at hand with the medicine lined up. And St Trinians ready on Sky Plus.

And your Dad to run around catering for your every whim.

The only downer was the doctor coming round to prescribe another course of antibiotics for the troublesome toe and to instruct no solid food for the next 24 hours.

Same again tomorrow.