Poorly goddaughter

Not too much going on today, sent a short story off rather speculatively. I emailed Sarah to thank her for inviting me to read last night. Took a briefing from a pleasant duo in Germany on a short job starting tomorrow. Calliope Microsoft Teams bombing. More gainful employment on the cards. Spoke to Mum. 

Anton called to say that Klaudia had been really ill with a savage sort of tonsillitis,  her throat so badly swollen that she couldn't swallow water and was crying in pain. Took her to the doctors and having to phone 111.  Panicked him a bit I think. Perhaps worse is that it means that she was too ill to take her A levels.