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ailbheBecause there's no way I'm paying the cancellation charge for today's appointment.
I've brushed my teeth, but I can't brush my sinuses or the back of my throat. I feel awful; my lips have started chapping. I woke this morning to weird, swollen, red nastiness. Also, my stomach has a headcold too. I think that's unfair. But not as unfair as having to spend ages fiddling around in my mouth trying not to catch plague.
Linnea is a trifle under the weather. She has spent the morning more or less stationary, never a good sign, tucked up on an armchair in front of first a Baby Einstein DVD (CBeebies was too much for her) and then CBeebies. She's eaten almost nothing and drunk pints.
Emer is napping, which is fabulous, and exactly on schedule, too. Neither she nor Rob have any signs of this cold, which is great.
I'm fighting my way through the kitchen with a machete, these days, and as fast as I push the chaos back, more pops up ahead. But I think it's a little better every day. Certainly I get more and more rubbish out. Must get to the glass recycling this weekend. It occurs to me to wonder whether the new evil Tescos has a recycling centre. The hospital that USED to be on that site had one. But they had a path lab too, and I'm fairly sure Tescos hasn't.
I've brushed my teeth, but I can't brush my sinuses or the back of my throat. I feel awful; my lips have started chapping. I woke this morning to weird, swollen, red nastiness. Also, my stomach has a headcold too. I think that's unfair. But not as unfair as having to spend ages fiddling around in my mouth trying not to catch plague.
Linnea is a trifle under the weather. She has spent the morning more or less stationary, never a good sign, tucked up on an armchair in front of first a Baby Einstein DVD (CBeebies was too much for her) and then CBeebies. She's eaten almost nothing and drunk pints.
Emer is napping, which is fabulous, and exactly on schedule, too. Neither she nor Rob have any signs of this cold, which is great.
I'm fighting my way through the kitchen with a machete, these days, and as fast as I push the chaos back, more pops up ahead. But I think it's a little better every day. Certainly I get more and more rubbish out. Must get to the glass recycling this weekend. It occurs to me to wonder whether the new evil Tescos has a recycling centre. The hospital that USED to be on that site had one. But they had a path lab too, and I'm fairly sure Tescos hasn't.