We had a good weekend getting Mum and Dad squared away with their 170 UK boxes. Shelves were put up, cardboard was jammed into cars, shoes were sifted through and we generally tidied. The only thing to dampen the weekend was that Dad was still getting over being ill and Betty seemed to tag-team him by feeling unwell too. So far, it’s only been the three of us (I started the trend) that have had this mystery bug. I can’t think what could have caused it but it’s a nasty one.
Amelia, having whipped away one of Betty’s bags and filled it with treasures she found around the house, was having a blast continuing her mission downstairs in the garage. All teeth and smiles…
We left about thirty minutes after this picture was taken, ten minutes after we left, before we even got off the island, this was how she looked:
I thought how tired and washed out she looked. The next day I realized why…she had the bug too. After being terribly ill in the evening we have realized that we need to steer clear of the classroom until it’s out of her system. Poor poor girl…on the plus side, we get to spend the week together (in the new playroom).