Bleagh

Look, immune system: would you kindly spring into action?

 

I'm normally blessed with (cross fingers, touch wood) robust good health. But I have been really quite felled with this cold and cough. Currently I've literally lost my voice - something that's never happened to me before. Mr L is living a life of blessed peace - or he would be if I didn't keep coughing. I'm very frustrated - I keep thinking of titbits of insubstantial but of course fascinating chatter that I would like to share with him but no: I'm silenced. It has to be something really interesting for me to make the effort of whispering it to him and then repeating the whisper because he can't make it out. And frankly, nothing I have to say really warrants this.

 

I keep trying to battle on (sales of paracetamol and Strepsils must have soared this week) but am in a state of shivering collapse by the evening. In this spirit of undefeat we went up town the other morning and bought a super-duper blow-up bed for when everybody comes to stay including my brother and his family and we need more than our three spare rooms. Grandson tried it out. However, it was blocking his car circuit so after a brief bounce he commanded, "Grandpa move it." Grandpa did.

 

Playing is such a serious business. I'd forgotten. He puts so much effort into his traffic play, patiently moving his cars, trains and tractors round an invisible track.

Look at that. A picture of concentration, not to say excellent eyelashes.

Thank you for all your appreciation of my splendid children. They are indeed lovely. That's why we miss them so much when they're far away.

And a special hello to Craig. Gosh. A male reader (or maybe, since he/she seems to be "Pat", not actually. Anyway, hello all the same). I think of you all as ladies with quilts and cats (and the occasional dog). Not that I don't like ladies with quilts and cats. Many of my long-term bloggy friends have lapsed into blogging only too infrequently or in some cases not at all (sigh). I recently discovered a whole slew... bunch... crowd... (what is the collective noun for bloggers?) of them on Facebook. So that's where you've been hiding. But Facebook's not the same as a blog, you know. Notes rather than an essay. Too easy.

Quite fun as an extra, though. My Facebook friends have suddenly doubled in number: another happy way of wasting time... .

Cough. Moan. Shiver. Enough, however. Tomorrow I'm GOING TO BE MUCH BETTER.