Road to recovery?

Yesterday in the canteen, sipping my post-lunch coffee, I exchange notes with George whose son has been suffering from eczema for the past 11 years. He too is doing badly this season.
It is the eczema season. Another friend with an eczemic son call us up at night to find out how best to cope.
As for Ash, his condition has deteriorated after my mom left and I blogged about his recovery. With the result that we could not send him to school yesterday nor today. Instead, I met the school principal and class teacher armed with a medical certificate. The principal, just through with her sermon/speech to the school assembly, is busy yet kind. I promise the teacher to send him on Wednesday, God willing.
It doesnt do him any good to be spending most of his time in the company of the maid. Maids here are not like the professional babysitters abroad, most of them cant engage the kids in a positive vein. All they are interested in is to finish their household chores and watch TV/sleep/read if they have that habit. They find children entrusted in their care a nuisance much often. Mom realising this has asked me to relieve the present one at the earliest.
Mira's school fees and admission fee (donation) will have to be paid this week. Yesterday as I wait to meet the principal, I meet a Malloo man whose child, he says, answered every question at te interview, hasnt won an admission. He has come to check if his daughter stands a chance. He is not interested in Asan Memorial School, the only other school she has applied in.
I hope his daughter gets a seat. What tension it must be for a parent if his child doesnt get into the school he fancies.