Diz has always been a sicky boy.
He likes it best if he can throw up over the side of something. Standing on a kitchen chair (where he is not allowed) or over the side of my bed.
He has been through a worrying period recently, but I think the Palin incident was the last. It's not been long enough for the carpet spray to make its way back downstairs, but I no longer feel the need to watch him for half an hour after every meal now.
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