Oh good.
I went to the Dicken's Fair yesterday and brought home an exotic London cold.

OK, maybe it's just a standard cold.  Sore, scratchy throat, stuffed up nose, general wooziness.
Seanie's feeling it too, although to a lesser degree.
Both of his brothers and Rhi managed to get infected, as well.
Delightful, no?

Funny thing is I can't think of a single thing we all did.  There wasn't a food stall we all of us patronized, or a show we all sat together watching.  But somehow, all five of us are little sickies now.