Bear has been sent home with the dire rear. He is generous with his germs, I am flagging. On top of all the problems with uncle over the weekend (doing much better, thank goodness) I am feeling a bit low.
Something is definitely wrong. I remember that I dreamed vividly but sadly I only remember that I was chased by a dinosaur that was wearing a pink knitted cardigan with flower buttons. This sort of dream is usually a sign that I need a bit of a break.
School rules mean that bear has to be home at least tomorrow and as his tummy still seems to be a bit challenged then I suspect it will be a day or two more. I expect to see a lot more about nerf guns.
It could all be worse. All I need to do now is convince bear that having a drink of water or squash is not for wimps.
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