Young man woke up early yesterday with something bothering his throat. But he didn't let him affect his activities too much.
By evening, however, it was clear that he was not well. It was difficult to get him -- wrapped in his favourite blanket from head to toe -- away from watching the Elvis impersonators on TV, but I managed and sponged him down.
When he got to bed he was able to say, "I'm feeling a bit drowsy now ...."
He was perspiring a lot in his sleep and yet drew the duvet well up to his neck. This morning it appeared that the fever had finally subsided, but it could just be the effect of the medicine.
Any how, he is good as gold and being most polite. He's always most polite when he is most unwell.
I am not complaining.
He had been going on about a football match at school tomorrow. He's been trying very hard to improve in his football and would really like to put his new skills to the test.
We shall see whether he even gets to school.