Poorly Boy

Today began with Zion appearing, stinking of vomit, announcing that he'd been sick when everyone was asleep, but he'd covered the sick up with his covers and gone back to sleep. Been sick twice more today, not eating, but trying to keep him hydrated... presumably Covid, though not tested him, as we're not going anywhere. Meanwhile, Allegra and Sam are now both fine.

Not how we planned their first holiday here in three years, but it is what it is - a lesson I guess we've all learnt during this time. 

Lent verses for Palm Sunday were Luke 19v28-40, where Jesus is riding into Jerusalem on the donkey colt:
As he rode, the people gave him a grand welcome, throwing their coats on the road...
   Blessed is he who comes,
      the king in God's name!

Gratefuls:
- being able to watch the Livestream from our church in Sutton Coldfield
- beautifully sunny day, breakfast (croissants, of course) and lunch outside
- Sam and Deb both liking our loquats (I'm not that keen)