Unfortunately it wasn't one of the greatest.
I went to Albany with Rory and Flynn on Friday morning to spend the weekend celebrating my birthday with family while Duncan was busy seeding. Rory had had a cough and cold for a few days, but was on the mend, and Flynn had just started to get sick.
By Sunday, Flynn's cough was terrible and he was struggling to sleep. I took him to the doctor this morning and was told he has bronchiolitis. He is on liquid ventolin every four hours.
He cried and coughed the whole one and a half hour journey back to the farm.
I think we're in for another rough night.
I'm trying to salvage this birthday with some Viennetta, as per my annual tradition.