Last nights sojourn in the cold and damp seems to have left its mark in the form of a disturbed night, and an attack of the sniffles this morning.
I think maybe it’s time to take myself off to my kip where I can quietly fester and suppurate until I feel better.
Never mind, it’s ANZAC Day tomorrow so there’s a public holiday. The wife will be working from home on Thursday so she can help make sure the eldest’s birthday party has a semblance of order to it (currently it seems to have the sort of organisation for which I’m famous… i.e. none). Then she’s off Friday… the daughters actual birthday… and the weekend. So if I *do* come down with the lurgy at least I’ll have someone to whinge at.
Now *there’s* something for her to look forward to!! 🙂
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