We are the house of ill this weekend. All four of us have the plague, or if you want to be literal, a flu like illness. My daughter, who is never tired, has on several occasions taken herself to bed. My son, who like my daughter, should be on the St Georges Parade in Colchester today thanks to rest, has more energy, but I am just waiting for the coughing and sneezing snot monster that he is, to crash.
Right now he is working how to use his Nerf Retaliator without it jamming. Once this is done he is going to want a Nerf War, but at the moment, this looks like it might not be for a while. Right now, my daughter is in bed reading Harry Potter again. I suspect that this might have something to do with me proving that Harry Potter dies in the last book and it has rekindled the love that she has for the books. A love to be fair that I have but one that we have yet to get my son into. He loves the films, those that he can watch that is. We have watched Indiana Jones recently, the kids have loved the first two films. Admittedly, we stopped my son from watching what happened after the Arc of the Covenant was opened. It has not been that good for my daughter this month, a sprained foot, then on Wednesday, when using the scooter on the way home from school (I forgot not to take it) she fell over and injured her hip, and now she is not able to do that much without running out of batteries.
This week in school, my son has had two reading assessments, but on asking him what the fun thing he did at school, he told me that he can not remember and said that everything was boring. My daughter was able to take part in a quiz where she realised that not everything I say needs to be ignored as some of the stuff that I rant about came up! My son has started to take an interest in football, and may watch the Arsenal-Chelski match with me later today, though I am not sure if that is safe as I have a tendency to swear lot when watching Arsenal. I am hoping for a win, fearing that yet another defeat is on the cards, but would accept a draw.