Unclean! Unclean!

[ailbhe]

At 7:15 yesterday morning, Linnea threw up her 7 am milk feed in a large arc ove rthe duvet, sheet, floorboards and carpet. Then she was fine until 15:20, when she did a very exciting nappy, such that I had to open the windows afterwards. Then she was fine until about 1 am, when she threw up potatoes, fish fingers and peas.

She doesn't appear to be ill, so we're not worried. She's perfectly cheerful and energetic. Unlike us - we're queasy and tired and we all three have headcolds, but again, Linnea is perfectly cheerful and energetic about it, and we're tired and ill.

We're not going to the NCT coffee afternoon today, partially because the original host has cancelled bacause of her daughter having a tummy bug, and partially because we offered to be stand-in hosts but we've cancelled due to a tummy bug, so there's no venue - and partially because even if there was a venue, we wouldn't go because of this bug.

Sneezles and wheezles. I'm reading The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time for the postnatal book club. It has already clarified a great deal about a few of my friends and I'm only a third of the way through.