I'd like to apologise to the prawn that I maligned by alleging that I'd been poisoned by eating it, subsequent events have led me to re-evaluate my recent illness and I now believe it to have been a virus of some type.
On Sunday Doc C woke me up at 4 and it soon became clear that he had the same thing that I'd had, it didn't seem to be quite as bad as mine but it still wasn't any fun for the poor man. He stayed curled up in bed, mostly in the fetal position moaning slightly, whilst I stayed at home and took care of Eva.
Eva is totally fine except for, and this is WAY too much information, a day of epic poo. Every single nappy I changed was full, and I'm not sure if that means she had a very slight case of the virus, or was getting everything out of her system from our trip to Boston (which was mercifully short on poo), or just felt like getting involved in the fun in her own way. Still, I'll be keeping an eye on her for the next week or so as this virus clearly has an incubation period of a few days before it kicks in.
Fortunately Doc was much better the next day, so this is one of those 36 hours of utter misery, followed by a tender stomach for a couple of days things. Our fridge is re-stocked with ginger ale as a poor substitute for lucozade, and Doc has plenty of chicken soup on hand too.