Mumps twice is bad luck; as I remember it that disease was No Fun At All. I got it while I still hadn’t gone back to school after measles, so I may have a worse memory of it that is reasonable, though: it’s another one that nearly killed me, only that time I was too ill to be moved into a hospital.
I was a sickly brat who occasionally had relapses – after the Asian flu, I was going to be going back to school on the Monday morning so we went for a walk on Sunday, and we got lost in a wood, or rather, we were meeting my father and the car in a pub carpark on the other side and we couldn’t find the other side. After a bit I was too tired to walk and my mother carried me, and she always said afterwards that she could feel my temperature rising as we went along. I was off school for another ten days.
But most in general the rule was, if you feel well enough to want to go and play in the garden and actually do it you are probably well enough for school tomorrow, even if it is only for half a day. We didn’t have a TV, so watching it wasn’t on the cards.
(Back in those days sickly children sometimes did die – one of my cousins had – so their parents were a bit careful.)
And I do think that Elizabeth is now being ill for effect. I’m just surprised she hasn’t thought of it before.