The house has stunk of
Thinking she was on the mend as she hadn't been sick for over 24 hours I strapped her into her buggy so that we could pick Buster up from school but as soon as we returned home she had a nappy explosion, talk about the school runs! All those fluids I had been forcing down her to stave off dehydration came back to haunt me in spades. She had to be surgically removed from her clothing and hosed down in the bath.
Thankfully she seemed much brighter this morning and even decided to start feeding herself her breakfast so I decided to play Russian roulette with a trip to Sainsbury's and thankfully I didn't require the nappies, plastic bag, changing mat, wipes and change of clothes I had packed just in case.
I hadn't even heard her utter her favourite word 'cake' in three days but today she saw me finishing a slice and almost wrestled me to the ground. I offered her a morsel, mindful of her fragile tummy, with my remaining cake in the other hand, needless to say she opted for the larger portion and I was left with a few crumbs, but I didn't mind as it was just great to see her back to her normal cake-monster self.