this morning i threw up all over dad's sleeping bag, really properly, all over it. he managed to get me over to the kitchen to finish up, so i was kind and helped him mop up that bit.
unfortunately, the scheme didn't really work, because dad took the sleeping bag to the laundry saying it was good to get it washed anyhow. i unfortunately have now thrown up several times, and am not holding down crackers, milk or water, i have turned a nasty shade of green, and cry a lot thanks to a painful tummy. Oliver's been crying a lot too, and mom has not eaten much for days. it looks like we are the home of the sick for a while .. dad's doing OK so far, but he's not very happy.




