The cat, the spider and the zombie.
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.