The boy was poorly - his tummy hurt, he described the pain as being thumped in the stomach, and he had a temperature. No sickness, thankfully, and his temp came down with calpol. All though it did involve me having to carry him most of both school runs - and it's a 40 minute round trip!
But I did get to take a trip down memory lane with him, whilst he was lying on the sofa under his duvet - we watched 'Where's Wally?' But what freaked me out the most, it was from 1991, 1991!! I was 8 for most of that year, and 9 for 5 weeks of it. See? Memory Lane.
I'm now watching 'The Heat', sat next to a slightly tipsy bf (the joys of the quick-after-work-drink), and having checked on two beautiful, sleeping kiddos. Happy times :)