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Monday 6th March 2006
Oh dear - A****** was sick tonight. Not good. It was probably about half past ten when we heard him wailing. We kind of ignored it for a bit, as you do, completely oblivious to his situation. But yeah . . . five/ten minutes later, M**** went to check on him, and the poor thing was covered in it. So, yeah . . . that happened. We got him changed and cleaned up and tried to get him to drink some water, but he really wasn't interested, and was just wanting to go back to sleep. Ah well.
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