The mummy

Well, it’s Monday. It’s just after 10 a.m. Which means that I am in the car, on my way to work for the week…
But wait – no I’m not! I’m at home, tending to flu-ridden child and hubby. Sigh. At least Colin is now old enough to appreciate why one runs to the toilet, so there’s been a lot less sheet and comforter washing.
Frankly, the hardest part is keeping Robert, who is not sick but who is four, occupied.

3 Replies to “The mummy”

  1. Update – as far as I know, Robert is still fine – but I spent most of last night talking to Ralph on the big white telephone, as we used to say in high school.

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