Bunking off (a first)

LB was off for a lot of last week with a nasty cold.  This week, he came down for breakfast on Tuesday complaining of a stomach ache.  I told him to eat his breakfast and see how he felt. “Got a bad stomach, Mum,” he groaned.  After a bit more questioning, he stuck to his story and though he ate his breakfast, he held his tummy throughout groaning realistically.

“Ok, back off to bed,” I said, “I’ll call the taxi and let ’em know.”

He disappeared, I called the taxi and went to make a cup of tea.

I turned round to find him sitting in front of the laptop.

“Whatthehellareyoudoing??????”

“I’m better now Mum.”

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