But is he planning on playing soccer this afternoon? Oh yes, yes of course. Only the Ebola virus would keep him from his soccer game; and only then if his organs were actually liquefying. Your early-stage shakes and fevers would never keep him off the field.
I fear it will be a pitiful sight.
Now the colds are over the kids seem to have caught some sort of tummy bug. Let the night-spews begin! The house is groaning under the weight of stinky laundry and washing-up.
I've loaded the Ipod with interesting chatter, I've got my working boots on and I'm ready to take on the challenge. First; to rinse a voluptuous vomit off a straw rug under the tap of the water tank.
Wish me luck. I'm going in.