What stopped us from starting on playgroups from last year was the fact that, of a weekend, something would always happen to make it inadvisable for us to go out on Monday; usually one of us falling sick, whether with something transient, like a cold that would be gone by mid-week, or more long-term, like my operation, which meant no lifting weights for at least two months, or Spawn's bout of impetigo, which took a couple of weeks to clear.
This time it all started with Grumpy, who's got conjunctivitis and took the day off today to go to the doctor. Then my stomach played up again, and despite a double dose of ranitidine, as I can do at bedtime, I still had to encourage my supper to come up again, a little later, for the acid to empty out and relief to set in enough to get some sleep... I hope. It still means we're missing tomorrow as well. Crud.
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