WARNING: This newsletter is full of s**t
“I’m going to be sick.” “I need a poo.” At 4 in the morning, these are not the words I want to hear from my four year old son stood next to our bed. And my goodness did he vomit and have diarrhoea. The bedsheet, duvet, the sofa covers and carpet were all collateral damage from his body’s expulsions of the offending bacteria (note to…