Remember I was grumbling about Husband having a worse cold than me? Well, we got home from Devon on Thursday night feeling fine, went to bed where I slept for about 2 hours before waking and spending virtually all the rest of the night with my head down the toilet.
Husband had a slightly dodgy tummy but wasn't sick and I would happily have changed places with him!
The worst thing about it - apart from the hideousness of vomiting on an emptied stomach - was that Elder Son and family were due to join us yesterday for a long Christmas break and we had to put them off. We're also missing Carol's 60th birthday champagne breakfast today, even though we're feeling better, in case there are any nasty little viruses hanging around. (I don't think it's the dreaded norovirus but rather just your average virus.)
So today we have to get Christmas tree - yes, I know it's only 3 days to Christmas but I've been busy, okay?
One plus to come out of sitting around feeling sorry for myself all day yesterday is that I watched White Christmas again. I do love that film.