Poor Declan has been vomiting with clockwork regularity since ten o’clock last night. On its face it’s your basic stomach upset – no temperature, he just can’t hold anything down. Taken together with a rainy day it hasn’t made for a lot of fun for anyone.
Ah well, it can’t be all beer and skittles. And as Declan himself pointed out this morning it was bound to happen at some point in the course of a year. The fairly large mercy, of course, is that this isn’t a moving day.