I thought I might have had a hangover today but luckily we thought ahead and took a party smart. What I didn't count on was catching the diarrhoea from Manuel. All today I have had Monty Zoomers revenge and I have felt really sick. Manuel is also still sick so we are fighting for the toilet and going through copious amounts of loo roll. As soon as I eat anything it comes straight out within 5 minutes. So I just spend the day lolling on the bed. We try to think what could have caused me and Manuel to be sick but not Lesh. I think it is the food at the school which is always surrounded by millions of flies but Manuel thinks it is the duck we had for dinner on Thursday. Either way Lesh had both these things so it doesn't make sense.
Joseph calls round at 5pm after going to the school, to see if clubbing is on the agenda tonight. He takes one look at me and then sees Lesh sleeping on the bed and realises that we aint going nowhere tonight! Manuel is feeling a bit better and he can eat but he is still needing the loo. Rather than going out tonight the boys are staying in and drinking some rum that Manuel has. Actually we are not sure if it is rum or whiskey...which goes to show you how cheap and nasty this stuff is. I can't join in any festivities, I am just lying in bed but they have been chatting and playing cards. I hope I feel better tomorrow.