We visited friends in Winchester today. Nathan very wisely decided that nothing much was going on during the one hour trip and slept both ways. We had a lovely time while there and went out to the local park where we played in the sand pit and on a wooden train.

Nathan has cracked the "my" concept. Whereas previously the lad seemed to think that "my" meant "you", he's suddenly got it the right way round, even thumping his chest for emphasis.

Nathan seems fully recovered from his tonsillitis today.

Granny came to visit and they both had a lovely time.

Nathan's getting a little more independent. He's starting to be able to leave the room that we're in and play somewhere else.

Something not mentioned in yesterday's diary was how heroic Nathan was at the doctor. She put a thermometer under his arm, put a stethoscope all over his front and back, examined his tongue and ears and Nathan bore it all. What a star.

The lad was a little better today. Penicillin doesn't appear to be as fast acting as the antibiotics prescribed before. By the end of the day however, the lad's temperature was back to normal.

Grandpa came to visit (we had arranged to take a trip to London, but we've postponed that) and we all had a lovely time. Highlight of the day was a visit to Uncle Adrian's place of work, a nearby building site (he's a civil engineer).

We went to the doctor, and the lad's got tonsillitis! Thinking back on his symptoms, he's probably had it all those times he's been ill since Christmas. In particular we remember how white the lad's tongue was.

Apparently good old Penicillin is the best cure for tonsillitis, so he's being given that four times a day. Nathan's already starting to feel better.