Last year my Ma outlaw came to stay, ended up getting ill on Christmas Eve being admitted into hospital for a week and got discharged back to us and we looked after her until February.
This year, all year I've been vowing to her it would be my turn to 'mess up her Christmas'...
Sho' nuff 23rd December I fell foul of the most awful gastric bug I've ever known and have been drifting between visits from the demons and semi-consciousness whilst having to quickly navigate to the bathroom every 10 minutes or so before some ejection from one end or the other would have ruined the furniture...
That'll teach me to tease the old dear in future. I'm convinced now she has access to spells and magick.
She ended up getting banished to her room, for the purposes of isolation and she's been waited on hand and foot with 24 hour TV access. She's as happy as a pig in paradise having a wail of a time...
Meantime, I forecast I may actually be able to walk upright again today.
So yeah good topic...