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Disclaimer: There is no connection between the following events and the absence of a certain wife and mother.

While I was at Jordy's rehearsal last night Sport Boy rang to say he had a tummy ache. I suggested the usual remedies, go to the toilet, have a drink of Sal Vital, put the heat pack on it in bed, offer some support and care. Seemed to do the trick, he was sound asleep when I got home.

Fast forward to this morning. Sport Boy came into my bedroom saying he was exhausted and not feeling well. Parent decoder ring correctly deciphers this message as "I don't want to go to school".
I know just how you feel.
Just snuggle up in bed for a while and see how you feel a bit later.

An hour later.

"Dad, I think I'm OK."
"Do you want me to drive you?"
"No, I can ride my bike."
"Here's some money for lunch."

Fast forward to 2.00pm

Ring ring.
"Mr Holt, Sport Boy is sick, can you come and get him?"
"I'm on my way."

Collect sick and miserable child from school.
Administer food, cuddles, make suitably sympathetic noises.

"Dad, have you heard from Mum?"
"Do you miss her?"
Nods with sad look on his face.

A few hours later, after doses of food, television and big sister, Sport Boy is back to chirpy self, watching the Champions League soccer I recorded this morning. Right up until the last 2 minutes of extra time that is! When the recording stopped! Before the penalty shoot-out to decide the game! Oh well, The Heir had already posted a spoiler in my comments so I knew the result, just hadn't anticipated extra time and penalties.

Jordan came home from work experience with a "migraine". Not sure what the difference between that and a headache is, especially in Jordy's case. Sometimes he's a real mess, vomiting and the works. Today, an hour after taking some paracetamol he was fine. Good.
"Can you go and finish delivering the last of the junk mail then?"

I cleaned the gutters until it was time to take Sophie to work. She drove. She's getting better.

Came home, cooked dinner, spaghetti.
Surprised to learn that Sport Boy and his sister had already fed the rabbit unprompted!
For the sake of the comedians currently frequenting the comment gallery, the leftovers referred to last night were lettuce and carrot that the rabbit had left over, not "leftovers" from dinner! I would never waste good shepherds pie on the rabbit!!

Sophie also gave Jordy some coaching on the correct use of the washing machine. He needs his uniform for Red Rooster washed each day.
Cooperation and goodwill all round.
Nice.

Going to bed before midnight. Need sleep.