Patience

Woken early by the plaintive calls of Ottawacker Jr. telling me he was feeling sick. Couple of small vomits were enough to get him the day off school. My God, when I was a kid, they wouldn't even let you out of the classroom unless you have thoroughly besmirched the desk. I remember reading Clive James' Unreliable Memoirs and nodding my head vigorously at his description of a kid cacking his pants in a school assembly. That's what it was like... well, almost. 

Anyway, as if by miracle, he tested negative for You-Know-What, as did I when I subsequently developed a sore throat. 

The flowers in the front room are coming along nicely - but Mrs Ottawacker has killed my lemon tree.