Hong Kong is in the grip of a beast of a flu epidemic. 550 people a day admitted to hospital; 6 people died yesterday, 214 were put into intensive care. Aiden sidesteps it, Rich has had the flu shot, Ange seems so far impervious; Ev was laid properly low; Thursday night walked into our room, said "I feel sick" and promptly threw up on the floor. Since then, he has been loaded up on a Ibuprofen and Paracetemol cocktail, and running a temperature of 38 to 40; when he hits 40, we start sponging him down, to bring it back. Tonight he got a Voltaren suppository - fun little bum rocket, which seems to be working, and is long acting - tomorrow he goes back to the doctor. The poor child has been absolutely wasted (to such an extent that Aiden has been completely and utterly decent and loving to him - fantastic). In the midst of all of this, I decided to cut his hair to aid the cooling-down-when-sponged process. This was easy, because he had been saying that he was keen on getting his hair cut like Eden Hazard. So I gave him this spitting image Eden Hazard cut - and out popped his beautiful little face - until now oft hidden behind a massive mop. Despite the illness blues - he was shiny bright and keen to have a set of Feb portraits; here they are.
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