Last man standing

Well, standing for now. The wife's just vomited, and I've been queasy all day. Probably no surprise after Miss 7 spent Saturday vomiting and Mstr 6 hurled yesterday. Just a matter of time, really. Typing this on the train heading home feeling awful.

... Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey ...

Home now. Abed. Stomach lining remains intact thus far. I have a picture of rosellas from this morning, but it's on my camera, which is not here. So I shall blip my feet.