Poorly

Poor Orla. When she came home to Gran and Papa's today she said her tummy was sore. She went upstairs to lie on their bed. Mum made her dinner, but she didn't want it. Ed came to pick her up. She was sick on the doorstep just as they were coming in the door. She was sick a few more times before I got home, but by the time I got in she had perked up a bit. Hopefully she will be right as rain in the morning.