Eh. Or Urp.

[madrobins]

Poor Avocado has a stomach bug. At about 5am we were wakened to calls and sinister sounds, and had to mop up the floor since, as she pathetically put it, It Was Very Sudden. Since then she's thrown up three more times, and is lying in a darkened room with the dog at her feet, the very model of sick-child pathos. The dog, not to be outdone, is off her feed too, so they're sharing their misery. It wouldn't be vacation without someone being sick.