So, we tried to have a nice family holiday. All-inclusive for a week in Tunisia.
However, Thing 1 was projectile vomiting in the car en route to the airport and chose to remain with his mother in England rather than join us for the week. To be fair, travelling on a plane to Africa for a week of sun when you've got it (potentially) coming out of both ends was never going to be fun.
The hotel was simple.
The sun shone.
The pool was nice.
The sea was bath-like. Or so we thought. And so the multitudes of small black and translucent jellyfish also thought.
Anyway, the pool was nice.
Thing 2 (turned 3 at the end of July) can now "dive" and "swim" (with armbands) after a fashion and with much more confidence.
And I have returned with an ear infection.
Water trapped in my ear and wouldn't shift.
The pain is immense and intense; if you think childbirth hurt, pah - nothing compared to this!
The Tunisian doctor who prescribed me pain relief for period pain (which caused the nurse and doctor today to nearly wet themselves laughing) meant well.
And the injections in my rear so if survive the flight home were lifesavers.
I'm deaf in my right ear, sore in both and grateful the children in my (as if!) school don't return until Thursday.
However, the nurse I saw today who examined my ear by sticking a (seemingly) sharp instrument in it until (it felt like!) it came out the other side seemed surprised when I screamed in agony.