Thursday, 9 March 2017

The Lurgy

It is wet and relatively warm here on the south western tip of Great Britain.  Just the environment for bugs to flourish! Louis' dad, Dad's girlfriend and her two children have been struck down by the Noro-virus, this little beastie here.   This sorry state of affairs was disclosed when Lou arrived back at my house on Monday having spent the weekend at Infection Central.  It was as if a germ warfare machine had landed in my mist.  After all teenage boys don't have the most fastidious hygiene habits.  I expected the worst.

Except the incubation for the illness, 48 hours, has passed and neither of us are hugging the toilet.  That adversion to personal cleanliness must have a protective effect.  Others haven't been so lucky.  On Tuesday Louis' school and the big neighbouring comprehensive took the unprecedented decision to close the buildings for three days so that they could deep clean them.  150 pupils had been struck down at that stage.  Lou was delighted at this news.  'But I thought you liked the new school?'  I said.  'I do' he replied. 'But holiday is always better than term time.'  Fair dues!


  1. Glad to hear the lurgy passed you by. Pleased to hear Louis likes his new school and he is of course, right, holidays are always better, especially the unexpected ones! Keep well.๐Ÿ˜‰ Carole.

  2. Flu big in our house,which was awful, but most of the stomachs big skipped us. Glad your both healthy.

    1. Oh how horrid. I had proper flu, not man flu once. It laid me very low. xx