Puking, Puking and More Puking

Sunday. I’m sure that, in a few weeks time, this will all be very comical. But right now it’s a disaster. Just as I’m about to board the last flight of the day to Heathrow, Bodil calls. She’s puking. Alice is puking too. As for Samuel it’s surely only a matter of time. This is the third time running that my flying somewhere has sparked a mass outbreak of multiple throwing-up at home. What is going on? I was sorely tempted to turn around at the gate when I get Bodil’s message, but she tells me to go on. Hope they’ll make it through tomorrow without too much hassle. Sunday morning at least was better. Scored a shed load of goals at football (the other team were only three men though). Good food left over from last night for lunch. Acke was playing well with Samuel, and the two of them with Alice spent most of the day building Lego and fighting over who had control of R2D2. We spent the afternoon on the local toboggan run. The calm before the storm.