Sick kid

This is the point, after roughly four hours in the hospital, where you stop worrying and realise your sick kid is going to be OK. Unless he was doing it just to cheer me up.

We were discharged just in time for me to make it home, jump in the shower and then ferry Ruby and her pal over to Glasgow to see The Script at the SECC. Back home just after midnight feeling a bit tired and emotional.

A bacon sarnie and a cup of tea in bed this morning have sorted me out though.