My lurg has reached its zenith, I hope, with a nose so blocked I can't swallow without creating a weird vacuum at the back of my throat. I have also lost about 50 IQ points.
Took DS to Moorfields today, and bought him lunch, as promised, even though we were out of there by 11am. In a quiet Pret a Manger, he asked me: "Mummy, when the daddy puts seeds to make a baby in your mouth, do you swallow them or crunch them up?" It suddenly became very important to leave, immediately.
NU - Dr Foster is a post-Bake-Off five-part drama involving unfaithful husband, plotting neighbours, and a lot of meaningful staring into the middle distance. All a load of old tosh, but enjoyable. Slightly disappointingly simple ending, though. I was expecting all manner of other ends being tied up - what was the drunk old doctor all about, then? Why was Ros such a weirdo? Why was their son's hair dyed?