3 AM

My life is not exactly glamorous, but compared to last night’s ordeal, a future reminiscence of what’s in store, it seems down right fabulous. Forget Chanel bags, Christian Louboutin shoes and celebrity parties when you can have a good night’s sleep. The choice is easy, right?

In our normal fashion we went to bed somewhere around 1 am. At first I had a bit of a hard time falling a sleep, but taking Reinout’s advice of thinking of something nice, I was soon in my fantasy world. Until about 3 am, when I thought I was having a strange nightmare of some sort. Victoria was calling for help. It took me a few moments to realise that it was in fact not a dream. Victoria was screaming, at full lung capacity for Reinout. We dashed upstairs, only to find her in a heap over, well puke. She was really ill and the whole landing, and later as we discovered her room, was completely soiled. Team work was of essence, and Reinout dashed downstairs to get the cleaning stuff. As I wasn’t wearing any contacts or glasses, I kept on stepping in the damn thing wherever I went. It took about 15 minutes to complete the mission, and when we left Victoria she was in a clean bed with a hot drink and throat tablet.

After our nightly interlude, it was hard to fall asleep again. I was listening to the noise of our old house and once again I heard the dull, banging sound that we previously thought was the washing machine. Only this time the washing machine was not on. Strange. I thought for a moment to tell Reinout, but he appeared to be sound a sleep so I left it at that.

I woke up just in time to call Victoria ill, but then settled for going back to sleep. When I opened my eyes again it was well past 11. Breakfast and a well needed shower later, I feel great again. But the feeling that this is going to be my life in a few weeks from now has left me somewhat shaken. How will we cope?

Clean and wrapped up in bed