Well if it's not the one it's the other

The start of the school year means the kids go down with BUGS.

Gwilym - l'angine (sore throat and cough)

Catrin - conjunctivite (you can work that one out)

Gwilym - enrhumé (grotty cold)

Poor Pat - she's been kind of part-time at the DEFLE so far. Still, if last year is anything to go by, things do settle down!

Other kids are sick, too. And some people put it down to Bordeaux' damp climate - notoriously injurious to children's health!

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Unknown said…
Ah dear, the dreaded lurgies. I'm back at university in Cardiff and had a touch of the Freshers' Flu last week but escaped fairly lightly (so far!) Hope you're all better soon.
12:09 pm
Alan said…
Hi Caleb!

Gald you have picked up. The kids are OK today and will be back at school for their marathon day tomorrow.

Marathon day? Thursdays and Fridays they have school lunch because I am working and Pat has only one hour break in her timetable for lunch - not enough time to collect sprogs, feed them and deliver them back to scolastic institutions.

So spare a thought for them. One day last week they had some unidentified green mush. Catrin said she quite liked it, but she didn't know what it was. Gwilym just ate his meat.
4:51 pm
Anonymous said…
Sorry to use your blog like a community centre, but I thought I might just as well ask you to pass on my regards to Caleb and ask him in turn to pass on my warmest good wishes to the 'W' wrinklies and the rest of the tribe in Dolthingumadgybob from here in Wrexham.

Thank you for your good offices Alan. (Come to think of it, we had a shot of your offices on the blog some months ago - trombone and all!)
9:23 pm
Alan said…
Fiends reunited - that's me.
10:00 pm
Anonymous said…
Was that 'fiends' intentional or a slip of the key? As I have you placed as a kind and non-venomous Christian man, I assume the latter. But I do wonder.....
10:18 pm
Alan said…
Well - if it's not the one it's the other...
10:25 pm
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