I have nicknamed our room the infirmary. Gillian has a chest cold that is wicked, Tom has been battling travelers tummy for a few days, and out of the blue last night I starter vomiting....alot- along with an occasional unwanted poo. What the fuck?! Where did this come from. We got home past midnight last night - Gilly was hacking up a lung, I threw up then had a poo, and Tom was managing to keep it together. We turned of the lights and laid in bed- then Tom declared whoever was the first to have to run to the bathroom was buying drinks the next day. Damn, good times on the regular.