Poor John

Keith has just taken his dad to the emergency centre.  It's all his fault because it's the cold Keith had when he arrived from HK only it's hit his dad very hard, with all sorts of aches and chills and ague. Nasty stuff.

In Keith's defence he did want to cancel his trip so he wouldn't infect John, but the cold appeared to have gone the morning of our flight, so he thought it would be OK ... only the flight brought it on again, much deeper in the chest and very hacky and unpleasant, and this is what John's now got.

I know I said I'd be furious if we also spent this NZ vacation sitting around the house, but this is different and if John's sick I think we have no choice.  Afterall, it is ALL Keith's fault!