SICK and STINKY
Disclaimer: Those sensitive to the over-supply of information concerning others physical ailments and bowel movements may wish to avoid reading the following entry.
We have had a run of bad health. Very ill.
The baby was the first to show symptoms.
“AAAhhh stinky nappy. Reuben has diarrhoea. Oh, what a smell! Quick Timshel, open the window!”
“Argghhh it’s freezing out there. Please Timshel, close the window.”
“Ohhhh, it’s really stinky. You’ll have to open it again.”
and so on. and so forth.
Two days later, I went to bed with a headache and woke up with a mad dash to the bathroom which left me giddy and groping for the toilet in a state of black spotty blindness. Vomiting, diarrhoea, sore muscles, throbbing headache. Timshel not feeling too brilliant either.
Feel awful in body and soul because the Igoe-Cochrane family have been such generous hosts (and great friends) and to repay them by disintegrating into the houseguests from hell hardly seems fair.
If we are not moaning on the couch, we are moaning at each other
“You change his nappy, I’m too nauseas. Well, I’m all woozy, can’t you do it?”.
We also hog the bathroom for hours on end, making strange noises and putrid smells that slide under the door and seek to fill every corner of the flat. I fear that weeks after we leave the Igoe-Cochranes will receive guests who enter the flat, scrunch up their noses and exclaim
“What is that smell?”
To which the Marie Louise and David will explain
“We had Australians all through the house. We’ve fumigated twice but the smell is still in the carpets.”
