I kept trying to work out where Climber could possibly have contracted chicken pox and have come to the conclusion that it must have been at the Titanic Exhibition at the Melbourne Museum. He and I went to see the exhibition the Monday before the Friday he came down with it, as part of his Mental Health Day Off From School. He has been unhappy at school lately for non-specific reasons, so I figured a day off might break the gloom, instead of which he ended up itchy and sick. C'est la vie, I suppose.
Climber was also mortified because the Principal sent a letter home to all families to notify them about a case of chicken pox in the school. Whilst she didn't name him, she did say which grade it had broken out in and now he is feeling like Typhoid Mary, not helped by all his classmates reading the letter and saying that's you, that's you, stay away!
He's still got some nasty looking scabs but not much itch and he seems almost fully well, just a tad on the tired and emotional side. During the week he came up with the very nice idea of a family post box where we could write little notes to each other, which he would deliver on Saturday morning. And by deliver, he meant chuck them on the floor of the recipient's bedroom. I thought he'd be coming round to each of us personally.
For ANZAC Day this is so beautiful and tender
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