can pull herself up, and take a few steps but showing off madly for Mr & Mrs Moxon at morning tea was sadly replaced later in the afternoon by projectile vomiting for Julia, Rhian and Em.
My poor Cassandra. Four mightly hurls, and after each one, she just lay, a little limp rag in my arms. Haven't been thrown up on like this since pub crawl 1992. Alas today there was no emergency bottle of JW in my backpack to get me through the spew.
PS While she was heaving, someone was crying. It wasn't me or Oli...
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