At last, a product that does what the advertisers say it will . . . soothe the throat and clear the nose. Yep, round two of winter colds is upon me so it was a solo trip to the chemist (again) to load up on the necessary drugs.
Last night I had one little boy who spent the whole night believing his bed was full of spiders, a little girl who fell asleep upside down in her bed and proceeded to cough, sneeze, snore, splutter, burp and fart her way through the night . . . all while I was trying to ignore a sore throat and get some sleep. Needless to say things are a little hazy around here today. I discussed making Kayley sleep in my bed tonight and I sleep in her room so that I can get a decent night's sleep. Dad has gallantly given up his room so he can sleep on the boat. I think his chivalry has a lot to do with having a few hours of solitude himself. It means I'll miss Crafty Girls this week, but that's probably necessary anyway. (Can't go spreading germs to all and sundry.)
We had a visit from my parent's Best Man today. Bob Lynn has been a name bandied about in our family for as long as I can remember. He was the only non-English member of the congregation at my parent's wedding. So, I think it'll be reminiscing around here this afternoon. Great . . . good excuse for me to head off for a long, warm snooze.