It’s just Sick!

Sorry about the title....

As a parent there are many days which make you wince but I have to share with you the story of sick. We are not taking about ‘sick’ as in trendy, cool or fabulous and we are not talking about that little bit of milk down the back of the shirt during burping. No, this is the big embarrassing stuff.

One experience with our son was in a well known department store. We were sat down together having a cappuccino and a small chocolate treat. All very serene. Then suddenly, my three year old gets a bit of the chocolate a bit too ‘claggey‘ at the back of his mouth. The next thing we know, breakfast is up and sloshing around the table.... Like a machine I'm up out of the seat in a shot and up to the counter to ask for some kitchen towels - I get that industrial blue roll - perfect.

We mop the table like a skilled window cleaner would work around a window, less the squeegee!!! Not a drop on the floor.

“Excuse me, you might want some antibac spray on this” I say with a red face!!

We leave.

Another experience I have nightmares about, was again with my son, in a well known pizza restaurant. He’s eight and they had an amazing spiral staircase - steady, I know what you are thinking!

We were shown to our seats at the top of the restaurant - nice view. We ordered the usual Margherita for our son. He loves pizza - although, he did look a little bit red as he ate it but seemed fine. "Probably just the heat in here" I say to myself.

We pay the bill and get ready to leave. “Do you need the loo?” I ask. As we move to the top of the stairs - it arrives.. Launched out from the top of the spiral staircase; it made a swift transit to the bottom seeping between the bars and treads of the staircase!!!

The toilets were on the ground floor and the flow continued to make its' way to the bottom as we reached that level - nice!

“Sorry everyone” I said as I rushed down; staff racing around with cloths and mops.

On the way back up to see the manager and thank the staff; I apologise to an older lady with a pinched face, less than impressed with our adventure. She explained her coat had been “caught in the flood”. I very politely offered to pay for any dry cleaning bill. “It’s worth over five hundred pounds you know” was her rather pointed and unpleasantly ’Hyacinth’ reply. Without being rude - I don’t think she has ever had kids, she may even be one of those people that pushes a dog around in a buggy!

To her comment I gave no reply, only to turn on my heels with son, daughter and wife to make a hasty exit. Never to return!!

My third experience was a little less ‘in-doorsy’ at least that was a positive. This time it was my daughter. The four of us were away for the weekend staying in a lodge in Bath. Following a lovely meal in which we joked about the days activities and chatted about the plan for the next; we headed off to bed. As we were in a lodge, this was a short walk out of the main hotel and up a long flight of steps. I think we might have reached halfway before our daughter gave the sign “I don’t feel well” and the hand in front of the mouth.

Then it was there..... sprayed out between the fingers - quite a lot in fact!

I make the sorrowful trudge back to Reception - “might you have a bucket and some dettol?”

All ended well with the kind young Porter slooshing down the steps for us.

There is a further example of my daughter and sick but you will have to read another of my blogs for that.

I guess in summary, it’s going to happen and it happens to all so ‘go with the flow’ if you get my drift.