An English Wedding

Just got back from the an incredible week of flying solo (sans wife and kid) to England for a family reunion around my mom's wedding. Talk about hectic. Each day was busy with some event or other and most of these were just braai's or dinners or lunches at various spots around the West Midlands. This ensured the blood alcohol level was kept topped up. The wedding itself was a hit and a country club that was set on a beautiful lake. The weather, as you can imagine, was just terrible with rain each and every single day. With all the partying and drinking, I feel like I've returned home to check myself into rehab.

Returning home from all of this I am shocked to find that Daniel has been admitted into hospital. I went straight from the airport there to find our little guy lying quite helpless and feverish. He appears to have contracted some sort of virus as all the tests didn't turn up anything untoward. Seems to be doing a little better today. It's apparent he likes some good old TLC so hopefully by the end of the week he'll be fighting fit.