I wouldn't wish Christmas 'flu on anyone, MrsS, but your face looks very flushed. (And no, it has nothing to do with the gin you've been drinking)
How VERY DARE THEY???? on your behalf.
I managed to get through to Air NZ this morning. Apparently, luggage is at LAX, and has matched my description/ luggage tag etc, so is hopefully, hopefully on the flight tonight to Auckland. We will then talk again when it's in the country, and we can figure out the best place for it to be couriered (sp?) to.
The boys alternate between telling me to chillax about the whole thing (which I now finally have done) to then asking where the Nurofen/ sun cream/nail clippers/ Christmas wrapping paper is. My response is through gritted teeth, I tell you.
DM Whatsapped me to say she'd had a word with St Francis - patron saint of lost things. I think, bearing in mind what's happened recently, that she has some kind of hotline to 'Up There'.
Had a lovely walk along the wildest beach today, picking up small bits of driftwood and what they call 'Green' aka Jade. Christmas seems a million miles away.
I was lucky in avoiding the Flu, but had the cold from hell during the funeral week. Please please look after yourselves, Crepeys. Submerge yourselves in Berocca, echinacea, and any kind of cold remedy you can lay your hands on. Go to bed, or at least lay horizontal as much as poss. Drink loads. Preferably water. Get some balmy tissues to save the worst of the sore nose.
I'll look in again on you tomorrow.