Tlaxcala, Mexico
Something ingested on Sunday proved incompatible with Cleo and on Monday morning I woke to weak voice saying my name and then a gush of liquid and the waft of last nights partially digested pizza. Poor Cleo was not a well bunny. She then spend the rest of the day on the sofa with a sick bucket or attached to the loo. The rest of us seemed unscathed and fasiciously used the antibacterial gel when going anywhere near the loo.
It was my last day in Tlaxcala and l...


