The next x 17 bit
Good news at last! A full seven day week since my blood started boiling, my temperature has returned to normal. Unfortunately though, it seems the white coats were not too happy with the pictures they took of my chest, and they have grounded me. I don't know why. I really did try and smile. I remember dad telling me a story about when he was little and got into trouble with his Grandad for pulling a silly face during a big family photograph. Seems typical of my dad to be clowning around like that. I think my big sister has picked up on his traits, but I am still an angel. Interestingly enough, apparently dad's Grandad went to sleep with Leukaemia. I wonder what type he had.
