Oh my poor brother

We were woken up at the small hours of the morning to the ^delightful^ sounds of vomiting.

My brother’s just back from climbing up ridiculously high mountains in Morocco and either the exhaustion or the food over there or the plane ride back or the fact that it’s flu season or some combination of the above means he was as sick as a dog.

He’s feeling a lot better now though. He was even able to manage some Christmas dinner, so at least it didn’t ruin is whole day.

I’m now feeling a bit sympathy nauseous though.