Once again there are sick people in this house. I, who am still getting over the 'flu from two weeks ago, am the healthiest person in this household right now.
The boy has some mysterious illness which sends him on urgent missions to the bathroom every couple of hours, and causes him to soak his pillows in sweat at night. When I rang the doctors' office to make an appointment, it sounded so bad that they fit him in to the afternoon even though technically they are full up today.
The Little Madam began her cold yesterday, just in time to miss the first swim class of this term. She's mostly still quite cheerful, but her appetite is at an all-time low (even spurning the freshly roasted oven chips) and the lower half of her face is continuously covered in snot and dribble.
It's only a matter of time before I'm struck down too. See, this is why I don't like the idea of fate.