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Touring, quickly followed by the mumps
I don’t get ill very often. I like to think it’s because I was born prematurely (12 weeks early) and then my mum mixed up the instructions she was given about how much iron supplements to give me and so I’ve ended up with the constitution of an ox.
Sadly this isn’t the case, as my last Spanish tour will testify to… lost my voice for most of the dates and ended up being taken by a non English speaking Spaniard, complete stranger, to a hospital to get a steroid injection in my backside. My theory would also seem to be challenged by a recent onslaught of the Mumps of all things, thankfully well after I returned home from my March tour but just as the Easter school holidays started.
A diet of water followed while my husband Paul and 8yr old son watched and tried hard to suppress giggles as my face grew, and grew some more. I swear if any parents are reading this, please ignore all of those ridiculous attempts at dissuasion from the MMR jab for your kids – really – it’s bloody worth it. Failing that, make sure they get it when they’re 8 and not decades later when looking like a hamster isn’t nearly funny enough compensation.