[Below there is a post, by Ken, that is not about little boys. If you haven’t already read it you might like to scroll down. But, in the meantime, here’s some more of the maternal viewpoint.]
These were taken on Friday. It would be harder to capture such beautiful smiles today; both boys have colds, and Hugh was so miserable this evening all he wanted to do after dinner was lie on the sofa with his head in my lap. I could feel and see his fever coming on, a rather curious process: first one ear grew extremely hot and red, then his cheeks began to flush, and finally the heat and redness reached the other ear. When I put him to bed (he had fallen asleep on the sofa at 6.30pm) his belly and back were hot as well. However, he hates having his temperature taken so much that even in his sleep he shook me off when I approached with a thermometer. Diagnosis: a very sad poorly boy who will not be going to the childminder tomorrow.