Mummy took my temprature this morning and it was 38.8, I can only count to 20 so that was way high.
Mummy called the doctor 27 (a lot) times and got through to a snooty receptionist who said there were no appointments. How could she not know who I am?!
After Mummy proded me and rolled a glass over my tummy (weirdo) the Doctor called back and told Mummy to bring me in right away (rightly so.)
As soon as we got the surgery, I felt much better and skipped in. Mummy told me to to at least try and look ill, I asked why and she just laughed.
Apparently I have a virus, I did feel awful this morning. I was all hot and bothered so I was unable to make my debut as an angel in the nativity at school.
There is another performance tomorrow so I will hopefully be better for that. I keep feeling ok and then I flake a bit and need a lay down.
I best go for a lay down now, Hollywood is going to want me at my best tomorrow.
Xoxo
Oh Mummy though this would be funny...
I am not amused.
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