For those of you who didn't know the kids and I flew to England on Tuesday. We got to the airport in plenty of time, and amazingly only one of my bags got a HEAVY label(53lbs). We left on time, the kids had their supper and were watching a movie, Gregory had fallen asleep and I was having my supper when two bites into it I started feeling that something wasn't quite right. (Now I should preface this with the fact that James and Madeline both had a 24 hour stomach bug pukey thing last week and Gregory got it on Monday.) I checked my stock of air sickness bags and all hell broke loose in the throwing up department. Gregory kept waking up as he obviously still had a tummy ache so at some points I actually had him on my lap trying to grab at the bag while I was throwing up. So that basically went on until the good old dry heaves! The next thing I know James wakes up and tells me he's soaking wet, he'd pee'd while sleeping, so I had to get him changed and just as I'm doing this Gregory wakes up and I smell a rather pungent smell. I picked him up to go and change his nappy and as I did this I feel the whole back of him is wet. He had got violent diarrhoea and it was everywhere, where to start? Into the tiny bathroom to strip him down. He screamed the entire time, I would too if I was covered with poop, sitting on a cold hard plastic changing table in the middle of the night! I managed to get him all cleaned up, luckily we only had about an hour till we landed. Needless too say while all this was going on we had a couple sitting behind us with three year old twin girls, one of whom was the devil! If she was with the Mum she screamed that she wanted her Dad and vice versa. We heard a lot from 'Tamsyn' who quite frankly needed a good smack on her bum but as that's not a very politically correct thing to do these days, especially in public we heard much more than we ever wanted to from her! On the good side of things we all got here safely so that's something to be thankful for.