Sick kids

It's been a while since I posted photos of my lovely children. We had a quiet day, but we did manage to go and look at a house in our househunting endeavors. We might even attempt to buy it. We also read books, watched Boobah (Una has just discovered tv and it must be Boobah, which is the weirdest show on earth, and only translatable if you are under five years old), ate chorzio sausage stew and rocky road ice cream and pep-o-mint lifessavers, and listened to Fred who hasn't vomited for many hours loudly planning her birthday from her bedroom where she is not asleep. Her birthday involves quite a lot of chocolate cake and jelly, so I'm thinking she must be feeling better. Except for the occasional visit from Pretend Elmo who is NOT a good monster, he is a BAD monster (and look, to be honest, the idea of an Elmo impostor frightens the hell out of me).
Anyway, children to follow, interestingly pale and rosecheeked with their respective lergies. Everyone wants to wear my hat. Una is the latest to steal it. Martin, briefly, was under the misapprehension that the hat was his. Our camera is, alas, on its way out. It has to be banged about rather a lot before it takes a photo rather than pink and black squiggly lines and all our photos look just a little bit fuzzy. Must buy new camera. Better buy house first.