Ballet dancing monkeys

Yesterday, nursery called to say Felix had conjunctivitis.

Obviously, we knew he had conjunctivitis (but according to the bf, it's the viral, as opposed to the bacterial sort, which apparently you don't take drops or ointment for and wait for it to clear up. And it is contagious but in the same way a cold is, ie no reason not to go to nursery) but I pretended I didn't.

Since I was on a roll I then lied some more and said I was in the office, as opposed to working from home, and therefore would take a good couple of hours to get back.

Evil mama.

So when I eventually got to nursery Felix was FINE.

But we got on the (old) bat phone anyway, and Granma came to save the day. Driving 200 miles at god knows what speed to get here in the evening.

Jasmine, on the other hand, has been on amazing good form and certainly seems more like her usual (tantrummy) self. She went to bed promising to dream of ballet-dancing monkeys. However, we're going to have to peel her off Granma kicking and screaming today to get her to school.

Felix woke up this morning with snot poring out of every orifice and is really poorly.

It just never ends...