Friday, 5 August 2016

Touching Base

Just touching base for any regular readers.  I hope you exist, and just know I love and appreciate you all.  Haven't been on the computer much, but hoping to do some serious writing here when the chance greets me over the weekend - which won't be as often as I'd like because I've been rostered to work.  I will likely have naps when I'm not working because I've been very run down with a mild dose of what my family are suffering.

The kids are on the road - a road strewn with cowpats from Satan's herd - to recovery.  They have been fighting with each other, and as aggravating as that is for a parent, it is a sign they are getting back to normal.  Mister 15 had two bowls of stew and rice tonight (not huge servings, but servings nonetheless).  He normally eats like a hippopotamus at a banquet - and I'm speaking in both terms of volume and table manners - but for the past week he has barely eaten anything. 

Mr Bingells has succumbed with a vengeance, the poor dear. 

I am faced with the prospect of cleaning my kitchen, or going to bed.  I might just go to bed and try to sleep, something that might prove elusive given I crashed out this afternoon, because let's face it: the mess will still be waiting for me in the morning.  Maybe my cough mixture will duly knock me out.

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