Glass of Bob Creek anyone?

Last night Smallest had a temperature of over 38* and had really poorly looking eyes. He took himself off to bed after having painkiller to reduce his temperature and the fan on in his room. This morning he was still asleep at 7:30am (which is almost unheard of). Moo was waiting for him to wake her up as she woke him when she went to bed last night!

We had a text message from the Cubs Leader 'Baden Powell' to say that camp was set up and they were thinking about bed (about 10pm).

This morning Smallest looked very unwell and was complaining of being cold even though he was very hot, however his temperature was normal. His breath smelt bad (like Small's does when he gets Strep), he started shivering and he didn't have an appetite. Moo and I went off to Oshawa to my quilting class and Huffle and Smallest went off to the doctors. The doctor checked his throat (and nothing else!) and said he had possible strep, sent off a swab and gave him antibiotics. Moo and I met up with Suffolk only to find we had the wrong week. The place was closed so we went for coffee and waited for it to open. Once it did open the lady who opens the shop was very nice, though she was still taking out the curlers from her wet hair, and gave Suffolk and I instructions for the next quilt sampler and our pieces of fabric. She gave me some tips on appliqué for next time but said I had done well with my robins.

We left Suffolk and came home. Huffle and Smallest came home too with medicine and we dosed Smallest up and went up to the pool. We had Music, Mastermind, Guess Who and Scabs and Scruffles (or whatever it's called).

There was some swimming, some lilo banter, pool tours (Moo Island, Weird Monkey Painting the fence, but don't look him in the eyes, Whirlpool and Choppy Waters) and more gaming. In between all this we had lunch served from the Cool Box.

Moo did some seed planting, feeding and watering of the vegetables and Huffle painted the pool trellis. Moo and I also made a shade covering for the deck with help from Huffle and his 'too close to the barn' ladder!

Petunia Planter all in pink, planting in the potagé

We haven't heard anything else from Small but hope he is having a fabulous time.

Poor Smallest was in and out of poorlyness today. One minutes he was fine the next he looked ill again. He has had his antibiotics and Iboprofen and gone to bed early with a little story and some Vicks on his chest.

 

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