treacle_tartlet  is my hero.  Her wee Squish decided to bring gastro plague with her on her visit and Treacle was the first to go down with it. Not only did she refuse an offer to sit on the sofa and watch DVDs in favour of running into Sydney for SG's ballet bonanza, she later cleaned up everything when poor old SG went down with it, even scrubbing my loo and washing out the vomit bucket.

And since I succumbed last night to the same thing, I love her so much, as there are times when you really and truly appreciate a clean loo. But that she could do everything she managed when feeling as I do now? CHAMPION! Mums clearly develop Super Powers.

It was lovely having them here, but we need to be in the 21st century I was promised as a child so that travellers could go through a bioscreen at the airport that kills off things like norovirus! Poor SG, she didn't even have time to pin her hair up! I would totally give up exciting telephones in favour of a plague screen!