She's sitting up on the settee, playing with dd1's gameboy (don't tell dd1, what she doesn't know won't hurt her) telling me that I have to ring daddy so he can bring cucumber home because she wants a cucumber sandwich.
Won't go as far as to say she's better, but she's definitely on the way to being better.
Aren't antibiotics fab?
Didn't realise how worried I actually was about her until I decided she was okay, and I got relieved.