Fear not family, this is not any sort of announcement that Sandie is pregnant again and that we’ll require even more babysitting assistance. It more bears reference to the fact that for a couple of days this week I’ve been sick as a dog with some sort of stomach bug. The upshot was that whereas Sandie was initially delighted to see me when I got back from Zurich and London, her joy was short lived when she realised that rather than having a helping hand with Maxime, Gaston and Capucine, she actually had a fourth baby that she needed to look after. Normally she’s not renowned for her Florence Nightingale levels of patience, but I have to say she was an absolute star and she didn’t even raise a whimper as I crawled off to bed at 7.45PM on Thursday night. Thankfully today I’ve been much brighter and Sandie is already planning her day off tomorrow with a jumble sale and a mega siesta in the afternoon.
And the source of the stomach bug? I’m pretty sure that in addition to a distinct lack of sleep this week (late nights and three flights at 7AM on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday), trying to eat Indian with Indians in what they considered a real Indian restaurant in Zurich on Tuesday night, wasn’t the best plan. Whereas I am normally a fan of when in Rome do as the Romans, the experience of Tuesday night hasn’t filled me with confidence ahead of my trip to Bangalore on Sunday (especially because it’s currently about 30C over there). Thankfully the trip is only a week long, but even then I’ll be happy to get back to see the family. Maxime is currently on top form and very much a fan of Makka Pakka, and Gaston and Capucine are growing up well despite a spot of asthma for Gaston which we’re hopeful will clear itself up. Thankfully the breathing issues haven’t seem to dull his appetite...and that’s where I’m off now for the final meal service of the day.
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