So, Diabetes Blog Week ends and I'm feeling a bit bereft but also rather chipper at having done a week alone.
This is the ideal time, say the Gods above us, to throw the girl a curve-ball. She's all smug and pleased with herself.
Let's send the boy a fever and get him hospitalised for a few hours.
That'll teach her not to relax and feel like she's got some of this covered.
Oh, and while we're sending things to Colchester, let's get that plague of locusts commissioned to decimate her fledgling veggie garden.
I kid you not.
That was Monday!
But I am relieved Frank is OK and I am laughing, I promise you, at the bloody timing of it all.