We went to Alex and Finny's house for the weekend, thinking that we no longer had the apparent amoebic dysentery that we had all last week. We are terrible relatives. Both Holly and Rosie woke up on Sunday morning needing to squirt yesterday's supper down the loo, but rather than wake up any adults, Finny looked after them both all by himself! What a star!

For his efforts he caught what we all had and was convulsed with twin ooky fountains all that night. As was Alex. Mummy and Daddy are, quite justifiably, tortured with guilt.