Illness struck the other week. One by one we fell to a dreaded sickness bug. It hit us, quite literally, at the crapiest of times – like in the middle of the night. For most of the ‘ill’ week we found ourselves with a sick child sandwiched between us in bed. With one hand on a sick bowl, we spent most of the night poised ready to take a blow. There was very little sleep had, so as you can imagine the mood of the house was not at its best.
The saying goes…’If you can’t say anything nice then don’t say anything at all’.
So true – for obvious reasons.