Before the week that will be

It’s rare that I choose to take a luke warm shower in the evening, especially when there is a sick covered double pushchair in the bath next to me. However that was, unfortunately, how last night finished. The evening had started more positively – after a good afternoon siesta we went out to the shops. I quickly decided that I’d invite the whole family for a quick early pizza dinner. That went ok until we sought to leave the restaurant. As Sandie put Capucine in the pushchair behind her brother she decided to (projectile) vomit all over the back of her brother’s head. He was less than impressed. After hastily reassuring the young family sitting next to the pushchair that Capcuine hadn’t ordered from the restaurant’s menu, we shuffled sheepishly (i.e. were ushered) out of the restaurant. Children were quickly undressed in a car park (it was only 5C), stuffed into their car seats, and a rather smelly pushchair squeezed into the boot. Thankfully Maxime was too engrossed in his little pot of ice cream to care much about the fate of his siblings. On arrival at home it was baths for all, medicine for Capucine and bed by 9.15 for all offspring. Then a luke warm shower for me. Thankfully a DVD of “The King’s Speech” in bed brightened the outlook although I don’t know why, but red eye flights at 7AM on Monday mornings look increasingly appealing these days.