Just got back from ooh doctor with 86yo nan who is staying for the weekend. Dh has gone up to bed after wiping himself looking after boys (chest infection). Two year old is flaked out on the sofa looking like he's got what his dad has. One year old
(sixteen months) around my ankles shouting "up up", also pretty snotty.
Now I'm trying to hurry along a dinner for everyone with an ankle that I busted running about eight days ago.
I really want to cook as I've absolutely screwed over my diet this weekend having nan to stay.
Humour me and sense sympathy my way...