• Hello, last week’s weaknote is also being published today because I was away.
  • Bloody hell what a week.
  • On Saturday it was my brother’s wedding. The run up was a bit fraught because everybody was hoping very hard that it wouldn’t be derailed by covid. On Friday we drove down to Dorset after work and camped in a field on the site of the reception. On Saturday morning at 7am baby C had a cheeky seizure in the tent. I was very chill about it this time because I knew the drill. We phoned 111 because that’s what the hospital told us to do if it happened again, and they said he should probably go to A&E. So Lachie popped him in the car and went to A&E and me and E got ready for the wedding. Lachie wasn’t back in time for the wedding ceremony, but he caught some of the reception. It was beautiful.
  • If you’d like to know what the vibe is of a wedding where 99% of the wedding guests are professional dancers, many of whom all met through performing in “The Drowned Man”, well, I’d say you could have a little think and work it out, but also I’ll tell you: bananas.
  • At about 3am, asleep in the tent, I woke up with the strong, overwhelming, urge to yarf and scrambled out of the tent to a nearby hedge and chucked up everything I had. “How unfair” I thought, “I barely drank anything”. For the rest of the night I continued to do my little sicks and wonder if this is what being old and drinking is like. The next day I was very very hungover and we had to drive for 5.5 hours to our much anticipated holiday with Lachie’s family in Yorkshire. We went to The Best Service Station According to Which? Readers. When I got out of the car my arms and legs were so weak I didn’t think I could carry baby C around the service station. “I can’t believe I’ve done this to Lachie” I thought. “Gotten so drunk at a wedding he couldn’t even go to that now he has to drive my useless corpse to Yorkshire and look after the kids”. He didn’t complain of course. We made it to Yorkshire in the evening and I had an early bed time.
  • The next day, finally in Yorkshire with everyone in Lachie’s family (there were thirteen of us in total) we just noodled about. The place we stayed has:
    • An indoor swimming pool
    • A really good play room
    • Goats, sheep, llamas, chickens
    • A park, swings, trampoline, mud kitchen It’s just bloody perfect if you have kids, basically. And the people that run it are absolutely wonderful.
  • On Tuesday morning E threw up. And I realised that the “hangover” was actually probably Norovirus. I spent the day looking after her - trying to catch the sick and stop it landing on anything difficult to wash. Cleaning everything she went near in an attempt to keep the Norovirus from spreading.
  • On Wednesday Lachie and his brother started vomiting. I asked the staff for rubber gloves and more bleach, and told everyone who wasn’t sick to leave me at the house and spend the day out and about.
  • In the end I didn’t manage to leave the house until Friday but at least nobody else got sick. On Friday we went to Ravenscar to look for fossils. I completely love seeing E and C playing with their cousins, it was a beautiful day.
  • Things just keep on happening.

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