Half an hour ago H came to the kitchen and said he didn't feel well, then went to his room.
After 2 hot water bottles by his feet, the duvet pulled up to his eye brows, the baby white polar bear put on the pillow next to him and his lap top brought close...he beamed at me.
It sounds like teenager-itis, a chill and or all-too-much-all-of-a-sudden-itis. Or all three at once.
I forgot to mention the tv beeper and a new pair of warm socks. They are part of our medicine cupboard round here. Slow medicine is what we do.
Next to me I have a mug of bright orange vitamin C to boost me up just in case there is a lurgy going around.