Fusciardi ice cream

This is the last time Noo smiled today! He spent the best part of last night fidgeting in our bed. When we woke this morning, it was apparent he was under the weather. A dose of Calpol, and some of ZQs rubbish jokes lifted his spirits, so we headed off to Eastbourne. First call was orthopaedic outpatients at EGH - cast is to stay on for another month :-( The fracture, however, is at the thumb end of the scaphoid and likely to heal. We then headed to Fusciardi's ice cream parlour, but the Calpol wore off. Poor Noo has been in and out of sleep all day. He has been running a temperature, and the smells on his breath leads me to think he has tonsilitis. He also appears to have thrush on his tongue. Not even ZQ jokes have cheered him up....