Edvard von Hakkencoff

Poor old Ted; he came home from nursery on Thursday with a bit of a cough.

Yesterday the cough worsened through the day, his temperature rose and his breathing sped up. In short he wasn't that well. Good old "Calpol" brought some relief for a while.

Last night, however, things got worse. The cough returned... as did Ted, every two hours or less. Finally at "0-5-hundred-hours" ("what does the 0 stand for?") Nikki was sufficiently concerned to ring our local out of hours service and, one quick trip to the doctor later, Ted has his first course of antibiotics for his first chest infection (lucky lucky).

So this morning we're taking things as easy as we can, letting Ted sleep if he can/will.

And this is comfortable, how, Ted?