
Throughout January, and now
into February, my family has been in the grip of coughs, colds, sickness and
sore throats.
My son had a nasty
flu-like bug for about a month, my daughter had something similar but with the
worst sinus pain she’d ever experienced (all in the midst of mock exams, too), and
hubby had man-flu.
I’ve had a blocked
ear and a really sore throat, on and off for a while, and it came back with a
vengeance last week.
So aren’t you all
glad you’re not living in this house?!
Perhaps
there should be a sign outside the door painted with a red cross?
There might even be a man with a hand cart
walking up and down the road beating some kind of iron drum shouting, ‘Bring
out your dead’ in true
Monty Python style.
Watch this to see what I mean...
The never-ending storms
we’re experiencing here on the borderland of England and Wales don’t help,
that’s for sure, but at least we’re not flooded, like lots of other people are
across the country at the moment (and big hugs go out to everyone suffering).
It is so grey and wet and much colder today
than it has been, and...well, it is like something out of a plague-ridden
medieval drama.