Ned is unwell. At this point it’s still within the indeterminate illness phase of being ill though. Something is wrong with him but the symptoms are a bit vague- temperature, slightly runny nose, aches and pains and general small boy grumpiness- so we can’t really pin anything down on to it. I suspect he has a sore throat as the night before last he was in bed with wifey asking for a sip of water every ten minutes from 1am onwards apparently. I say apparently as I’d taken to his bed because I had an important client meeting the next morning and needed to look slightly better than two thirds dead. The night before that he’d come into our room at around 4ish, and I’d tried to keep him quiet so wifey could get some kip.
Last night again he was unsettled, waking up at just gone 4am. I tried to settle him and even got into his bed with him but he was making such a fuss that I ended up taking him downstairs. He shouted medicine until I gave him some medicine and then he shouted telly until he woke wifey up. When it appeared that he wasn’t going to stop shouting until he passed out through lack of oxygen, I relented:
It was odd really. Our house is a house of Scooby-Doo addicts- from the original series, to Mystery Inc, to What’s New Scooby-Doo?, onto the live action films and the TV feature length cartoons, the kids love it all. However I seldom actually watch a story all the way through, I simply catch bits here and there. Well now I know who the phantom is in Scooby-Doo: Stage Fright.
Here’s hoping the little fella gets better soon…