The Gympie Show has come and gone, much fun was had, many funds were spent. I love the Gympie Show it is a tradition, a true community event. Seeing our children’s eyes light up at the sights and smells and the squeals of the adventurous on the death defying rides. The parades, the animals and the dancing. It’s an experience not to be missed.

Unfortunately what I don’t love about the annual Gympie Show is the aftermath.

The Show Bug.

Also an annual event that occurs in the days to week after the show. The show bug isn’t as exciting as the show. It ensures we spend much time at home, mainly in our bathroom getting over acquainted with how clean the bottom of the toilet is looking.

Of technicolour yawns that stretch from my good lounge room rug all the way to the bathroom caused by children that go from ‘feeling a bit funny’ to full blown projectile vomiting in less than 5 seconds.

My bathroom floor has become somewhat of a sleep zone for a family member so badly afflicted that he doesn’t want to move very far ‘just in case’.

The Show Bug is I’m sure nature’s way of reversing the effects of overindulgence of Dagwood Dogs and cream filled waffles.

So as my house smells like Dettol and the supermarket shelves are clear of Glen 20 and the Chemist has made a profit on sales of Imodium, I’m glad Show Bug Week is over for another year.