Friday 27 January 2012
Not a fun day. Shortly after Charles returned to the van after midnight (charging the computer in the restaurant and using their secure Internet connection), Nicole started with a difficult series of dry heaves that drained her completely and kept us all up most of the night. Food poisoning? -- we all ate the same things. Stomach virus? -- maybe.
Poor thing. Tough for her, and for her concerned parents who cóuldn't do much more than try to make it easier for her and comfort her. Toward dawn she finally fell asleep and rested and slept most of the day, with only one recurrence. We gave her a little water, very small amounts of bread, eventually a little juice and plain watercracker. Charles got a little sleep early in the morning, Dian a little after that and we all survived, thankful we'd had no serious health issues on this trip.
Late that evening Charles returned to the restaurant to find the Friday night karaoke singalong in full swing. A singalong because few grabbed the mike but nearly all raised their voices, mostly for old, really old British songs and ones popular during both world wars. He walked in on "Daisy, Daisy" (which we like because of Dian's Daisy Duck connection) but there were quite a few Charles had never heard because of growing up on the "wrong" side of the pond -- "I'm a Londoner," "Down at the Old Bull and Bush." You get the picture. He enjoyed the spectacle (and also the idea of being, at 64, maybe the youngest guy in the joint) and when checking on his Skype software saw that his Long Beach buddy Kevin Poore was on line so rang him up for a treat, turning the computer screen around for a bit so he could see for himself. Kevin was the perfect guy to "get it" and enjoy it.
Not a fun day. Shortly after Charles returned to the van after midnight (charging the computer in the restaurant and using their secure Internet connection), Nicole started with a difficult series of dry heaves that drained her completely and kept us all up most of the night. Food poisoning? -- we all ate the same things. Stomach virus? -- maybe.
Poor thing. Tough for her, and for her concerned parents who cóuldn't do much more than try to make it easier for her and comfort her. Toward dawn she finally fell asleep and rested and slept most of the day, with only one recurrence. We gave her a little water, very small amounts of bread, eventually a little juice and plain watercracker. Charles got a little sleep early in the morning, Dian a little after that and we all survived, thankful we'd had no serious health issues on this trip.
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