Shona is on the ball, as always. Doctor's'appointments for the Wilson clan with aim of avoiding being like Cheryl Cole (that is not to say one Wilson might not have the unworthy thought that a transformation of another Wilson to more like a fit Cheryl Cole would not be interesting but as I say unworthy) and contracting Malaria. Apparently drinking buckets of gin and tonic is not enough so that activity has to be pursued on its own merits. No problem there, then. We digress.
Efficient and perhaps authoritarian nurse breaks the bad news - too late to defend against Malaria - and the good news - along the coast where we will be is not high risk. Then the shocker - "we had better update your injections".
Tutting at our absence from the world of sterile needles for a good 10 years (did not really seem necessary to seek to avoid Typhoid when sheltering by the Aga in a Lake District "holiday house" watching the rain but we live in cautious days) Shona and I became multiple stabbing victims. The chillies escape with a mere two skin punctures each because they have looked after themselves better - its a new generation thing.
So sporting our multiple shoulder plasters, we are definately on the way to Vietnam.
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