Panic over
Well, there I am 24 hours ago trying to think of something vaguely interesting to put into an LJ entry. Since then, Al has managed to become ill, develop a fever, keep Elaine up almost the whole night and keep me up for half of it, visit Shepton Mallet community hospital to see the on call doctor after Elaine, I and the NHS direct telephone contact all decided that there was a high enough correlation with meningitis symptoms that we were all concerned, run a temperature of just under 40C (104F in old money). And then get better and be entirely recovered as far as I can tell by the time he goes to bed tonight.
You lot all have dull boring lives. You don't know the meaning of the word excitement. And I don't want to know it again. I just hope he never becomes genuinely properly ill, the stress would be unbelievable.
You lot all have dull boring lives. You don't know the meaning of the word excitement. And I don't want to know it again. I just hope he never becomes genuinely properly ill, the stress would be unbelievable.