‘Tis the season to be jolly –
Sniffle, snuffle, splutter,
Cough, cough, cough
Mummy, school would be pure folly,
Fevered brow and snotter -
We feel rough!
Well, that was our smallest boy. Having said that, think “warm water-bottle” rather than “like a furnace”. The middle one felt the same but had a curious red spotty rash on his thigh, which he said was hurting. Shingles? Oh, heck! Quick, make an appointment with the GP. Make apologies to work and request a day out of my leave entitlement. Rearrange a meeting that should have been at 1 pm. Tell the childminder she only has to collect one boy from school ...
Humbugs, the pair of them! The GP confirmed that they have colds. Not chest infections. And the spots are a wart virus that children tend to catch – not shingles. They could have been at school all day, and for invalids they were very chirpy indeed…..
I just love taking annual leave unnecessarily. Mind you, the week has been so hectic that in one sense it has been quite pleasant to take a morning off.
Here I am at the end of the day - I got home from work to find the littlest one had put himself to bed, fully dressed, and gone to sleep. The poor little lamb can't be feeling 100%, can he? And the middle one is curled up with a blanket on the settee. That's very unusual. We could have a subdued weekend at this rate ...!