I should NEVER, NEVER, NEVER have opened my big mouth and said that Christmas preparations were ticking along nicely here on the hill.
Please tell me not to do that again…
Of course, you’ve guessed it, the lurgy has struck. I think I have the flu. It certainly feels like the flu. My head hurts, I ache all over and I woke in the middle of the night with the sore throat to end all sore throats.
Do you think if I give up and go to bed the two youngest teenagers will look after me? The oldest one, who might, has taken to her bed and my better(?) half is in Geneva and not back till tomorrow.
I want someone to make me chicken soup and look after me.
I realize this may be asking too much. Way, way too much.
But a girl has to hope….