Just one of those days I guess. Started badly with MIL having a fall in her bathroom and OH and I having to lift her. She was badly shaken and we got her back to bed. I am not feeling well either (the usual) and went back to bed too - Kizzy came to keep me company and then very suddenly was quite sick over me, the bed, the floor and the window sill as she made her escape outside. It wasn't quite projectile, but you get the idea - most of it undigested food and a big fur ball. Poor little love. So there I was sitting in a bed full of vomited food and feeling sorry for myself.
Anyway, I am up, cleaned up and dressed. Bedding is in the wash. Kizzy is fine and came back in for more food, so she must be feeling much better without that fur ball!
MIL is up, washed and had her breakfast having forgotten all that happened to her this morning.
I am left still feeling grotty - probably the only one who's not feeling OK after it all.
What a day