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Sandy: I spent my 7th wedding anniversary mopping up vomit! Both my babies are ill: the fat hairy one ("Don't talk about Olive like that!" Phil) cannot control his bowels and has locked himself in the bathroom. The slightly less chubby whiny one is projectile vomiting. So far she's only vomited over Phil, which is good. I was supposed to be dining on braised beef cheeks and rosemary-laced rack of lamb with garlicky, truffled purée at Les Artistes Bistro. Instead I'm mopping up vomit

I didn't have the energy to cook Phil soup but I found an old tin of Waitrose tomato soup at the back of a cupboard. Expiry date: August 2009. Phil already has diarrhoea, how worse can it get? ("Gee, thanks!" Phil) For Olive, I prepared a fresh carrot and coriander soup so I hope she can keep that down.