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Cold comfort.

Go away cold, go and take a hike I’m fed up of sneezing and it’s no fun drawing when you’re dripping like a tap.

parp

Full of it.

Evie’s caught a cold.

full of it

Already?

Eight days in school and the lurgy has returned. I think this is a new record…
cold 2015

The best way to fight flu.

Gruff’s got it right, arm yourself wisely.
Oh and Arnie, I’m sure you’ll get your sofa back soon…
arm yourself

And so it continues.

Lots of flu in the house at the moment. Gruff is now ill and Millie is just starting to eat again after four lovely days of fainting, fever and coughing.
Hopefully tomorrow we’ll see happier faces.
ill boy

Bedside manner.

Gruff came home very tearful and complaining of a bad belly tonight. Whilst I was getting him some medicine, Evie popped upstairs to get his favourite teddies and she even got one for Millie too.
bedside manner

Sick.

Millie’s still ill, she couldn’t even watch a whole eposiode of Dr Who.
sick

Smothered.

Off to bed, feeling very sorry for myself. Bah humbug.
parp

See you later.

Miss you already.
being ill

Greensleeves.

All children’s’ sleeves should come with sewn in hankies for the inevitable nose slide up the arm.
sleeves

Dilemma.

Nose or sleeve?

Achoo.

And so, the Autumn wave of illness and lurgy strikes our house.
Here we go…

Atishoo.

Gruff is a big snotty mess today, but he has made a huge leap forward from leaving it stream all over his face…

Another Snotty child.

When oh when will the winter lurgy bugger off and leave us?

 

Sofa Bound

The Flu siege continues. The girls are rotten. Lots of sleeping, medicine and more sickness.
Can’t do much else at the moment.

Zombie Children.

The girls have flu, they are feeling very poorly indeed.
The house looks as though Armageddon has hit it, I haven’t stopped all day. Florence Nightingale in vomit splattered jumper…
We have egg frying temperatures and lots of sickness and headaches. It doesn’t help that I’m watching a zombie series of an evening. So tonight’s theme is inspired by my little gang of walking wounded.

Illness

A winter of lurgy so far in my house.

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