Incubation unit

Cameron noticed some spots on Maggie’s back on Wednesday night which, after some research, we decided might well be chickenpox. I heaved a sigh of relief as that might explain this week’s “challenging” behaviour; also, I’d like her to get the pox over and done with. Took her along to the doctor yesterday who after much umming and ahhing decided that it might be chickenpox, a very mild case. Of course I immediately cancelled today’s soft play – although the doctor hadn’t seemed overly concerned about quarantine, content with a vague warning to stay away from pregnant women (and that only when I asked). I hadn’t intended cancelling anything else until Pewari, via the age-old method of not speaking to me until I did what I was told, impressed on me the seriousness of pox infection and persuaded me of my moral duty to cancel the hairdresser today too- I’ve never been sent to coventry on msn before! So we are incubating.

Except today we have reverted to the original diagnosis of bites from a globally-warmed insect (and worried once again that the clinging and crying and being unreasonable is a phase not sickening). Hair is still off, but we are going to go next door and meet Harvey the labrador pup. We are, ahem, “blessed” with barky dogs living on both sides; every time we go out they come and watch us until Maggie screams in terror. I can’t do much about the yappy westies on the right, but Harvey lives on the left with friendly people so we are going to see him – M is hoping very much she will be allowed to hold his lead – in the hope that she will no longer be quite so frightened once she knows him. Fingers crossed he doesn’t jump up and try to lick her or (God forbid) growl.

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