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.
“I’m better now Mum.”