Poor Xavier – almost the entire weekend nursing a queasy stomach, sick bowl at the ready. We did set off to see the annual big St Albans fireworks display but had to return before it started as he felt sick. And then poor Rufus, a shivering wreck terrified of all the bangs. So it’s been a very unproductive day – reading, watching television and comforting my two patients.
I spent most of my nursing time reading a book where the writer comments on one cliché following hot on the heels of another. (Ha – did you spot that?) It does make the process of writing a simple blog post very torturous when self-consciousness about one’s style creeps in. And it’s very silly of me – it’s not as though anyone comes to this blog to appreciate my writing.