Look Who's Talking

'Cough Cough... I'm not feeling well.'

'Oh dear will you be alright for our flight back to London?'

'I hope so... cough cough...'

'Let's go get some medication before we board... and drink loads of water.'

'I'm really not feeling very well... cough cough...'

'I know... you've said that.'

'I think I'm having a fever now... cough cough... hot cheeks and cold sweat.'

'Let me feel...'

'Fever right? Cough cough...'

'Baby! You're fine! No fever, just oily nose! You'll survive!'

'Cough cough... I'm really not feeling so well.'

Went into Boots at Bangkok Airport, piled on different cough medications. You name it, we bought it.

'There you go. Have them before you go to sleep, ok?'

12 hours flight back and he slept like a baby, while I was tossing and turning, and was tempted to get up and drug the baby a few rows away from us from crying throughout the first half of the flight.

Upon touching down into Heathrow. D looked so spaced out. Must be the flight pressure and plus the medication. He looked like he just came out from Fire (a dance club in London). Lol!

'I lost you when you went to collect our luggage. Where were you? Cough cough...'

'I was just here baby.'

'Why is everyone having a pint of beer in their hands? It's only 7am.'

'That's their Starbucks coffee baby! Let's get you home now!'