Norovirus: the revenge

And lo it came to pass that the lurgy spread. Just when we were building up to a weekend of people coming to stay, my partner and rebel daughter came down with the mystery virus, strongly suspected to be the norovirus. My partner was up all night on Thursday. The guests arrived on Friday afternoon and could not be postponed. By Saturday night, the first one - the girls' cousin - was struck down and had to spend all of Sunday indoors. Meanwhile, the baby and I had miraculously [let's hope] escaped the vomit virus only to be confronted by a powerful cold virus.
This had been building since earlier in the week and was not aided by going swimming on Thursday and being evacuated from the pool for a fire drill or opting to visit the [not so] Secret Nuclear Bunker on Saturday, which is not only ice cold and underground, but, to rebel daughter's horror, full of enormous flies [she is fly-phobic, if such a thing exists. I spend much of my day chasing the things out of the house, which is not easy when you have had approximately three hours - non-continuous - sleep]. The nuclear bunker was rather deserted, which added to its scary, paranoid aura. We were told to pay at the end in an "honesty box" - in fact, that we must pay and that we were being watched, presumably by a crack army squad.