What a week

After the high of Tremont I came back to everyday life. Chloe had been sick on the weekend, but seemed well enough on Monday to head to school. Things went downhill from there. Over the course of the week Chloe regressed, then James got it, then finally me. We got through the week pretty well - interludes of quite lovely fun, with lots of lying around and watching T.V.. We moved very slowly and carefully but made it. I got it the evening Neil was due back - by the time he got here I had pretty much succumbed. I feel much, much better now.