I got struck down by my own Kryptonite yet again this past weekend.
For those not keeping score at home, this is what happens. My youngest nephew becomes sick, I look after him while he is off nursery and then - a couple of days later - I fall foul to what ever it was he has had.
This time I had cold chills one moment and then boiling up the next. It wasn't nice but I think I have gotten over it.
I have lost count with how many times this has happened over the years. The kid has me beat.
Normal blogging will recommence tomorrow.