I was going to post a picture of how awful I look right now, but it was too horrible and hubs said it'd frighten people. I have the flu. I have not been sick like this for YEARS. Not since the kids were tiny and I was existing on four hours of sleep a day. Urgh.
Miss 5 also has the flu, tonsillitis (I think, doctor again tomorrow) and glands like golf balls. Hubs is claiming to be sick but is battling on, mostly I think to get out of the house and away from drippy, sneezy, coughy, moaning females who blame him entirely for bringing this plague into the house in the first place. Miss 7 is swanning along without a care in the world, which makes me highly suspicious, but at the same time deeply hopeful of perhaps one day selling her to science. How can she not be sick???
To add insult to injury school holidays have now ended, but Miss 5 is in no state to return. So rather than dying with grace and dignity on the couch, alone, surrounded by used tissues, I must spend my time bickering about whether we watch Olivia (my favourite) or Total Drama Island (Her favourite), and rushing back and forth with glasses of apple juice and vegemite on toast. Also she keeps falling asleep on my arm which means I can't knit.
Be back soon.
If I survive.