I had to wake Hamish up yesterday. First thing he said was that he needed to see his dad. He woke Andy up and said "Daddy, I am not a spider".
Thank goodness for that!
After a couple of calls to 111, a call from the out of hours doctor and a visit from a paramedic, we spent a couple of hours this evening at the QMC children's casualty dept. Hamish has croup and was struggling to breathe properly. Home now after some steroid syrup and a brave boy sticker. Asleep and breathing easier. I picked a fine day to not have any glugging wine in!