Best Laid Plans, and all that

Our Amsterdam trip didn't happen, unfortunately. George had developed a terrible wheezing in his breathing - and when Mo took him to the GP, she was sent straight to the Sick Kids' hospital. There, they diagnosed Croup (a wonderfully old-fashioned name) and said he had to stay in overnight.

He's perked up nicely since then, and got out of the hospital late this morning - which was great. In spite of us not going away, I still took Matt and Andy down to stay overnight with their cousins, then drove back to see Mo and George (both a bit shattered but glad to be home).

While I was down in Hartlepool, I took the opportunity to get a blip of my old infant school ... I seem to remember it being much bigger!