Hugh has been fighting another lurgy, yesterday his temperature rocketed in the evening to over 39.5C I was really worried, then it dropped just as quickly and he seemed fine today, if a little whingy. Tonight though, his temperature was very high again, and pulse very rapid so I thought it best that he go to A&E. Why is it always on a Saturday night? Anyway Mike is there with him now, while I mind Freyja at home, I was worried sick, but having just called him, I'm slightly reassured as Hugh was chatting on the phone and didn't seem too bad. Poor lamb, it makes you appreciate modern medicine when they are ill like that, I cannot imagine the pain and heartache mother's suffered in the past when children got ill.
Returning to the estate agent, he gave us good news, a valuation that meant we would be able to move if we could achieve that price. I'm not sure we will go with that particular agent as he seemed a bit green in his approach. We have made our decision who to market us, we just need to inform our bank about the mortgage, then it's all go!!
It was the Grand National today, a great tradition between my dad and I. He put a bet on Red Rum when we were little and won quite a lot of money, from thereon in it became a family tradition for us to have a bet each on the National. I was kind of hoping Dad would impart some knowledge to me from the heavens, but no, I won nothing today.
Here are some photos I took of the house looking nice, and garden too. Good to see the grass mown at last.
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