I have been working from home this morning, due to Child Back From India having a runny bottom. I have dosed her up with Immodium and said that as there does not appear to be much else wrong - no temp, no vomiting, no pain, she can finish tidying her room. I am going into the office for a 1700 meeting that It Is Essential That I Attend and No-one Else Will Do.
But having worked from home, and started early, I find I have also managed to tidy and clean the kitchen, doing all of the washing up that Must Be Done By Hand, do two loads of washing and put it away, and make a good start on tidying the linen cupboard. My paid work has not suffered unduly, although the cat did eat my Moroccan Carrot Salad when I went to answer the phone. I had no idea he liked carrots. He had covered the empty bowl tidily with a tea towel when he had finished too.
The parasites have suggested bringing sausages, bacon and tea bags. As this is the first time they have ever bothered to bring anything, I have gratefully accepted, although did wonder if this is because they will be expecting a cooked breakfast?
MI - I utterly loathe this "we." The mere sentence that starts "What have we done about..." gets me very stabby with rage. I am now directional: Please call the doctor and make an appointment for DD1 and take her there. The doctor is English, there is no scary French intervention. Ditto vet: Please call the vet, who speaks perfect English, and book the cats in for their jabs. But it doesn't always work, because he "forgets."