DS12 brought the pestilence home on Wednesday. By Thursday afternoon he was right as rain.
But he’s done a great job of sharing it round! DD15, DD16, DH and I are all down with it. We are all switching between bed and, when the drugs kick in, dragging our sorry arses downstairs to watch The Traitors (no spoilers, it’s all that’s keeping us going at the moment.)
DDog is living her best life as she gets to sleep with me in the spare bed, next to a toasty radiator.
DS12 is in charge of catering. So we can have anything as long as it’s toast. Now and again he chucks a satsuma our way ‘for the vitamins.’
Now and again, when I’m busy and stressed, I secretly wish for a bedworthy minor illness. Be careful what you wish for!
Please share your sorrows….