Poorly, poorly, poor me

I have flu. It's not a cold it's definitely flu. The babies have have both been poorly and are thankfully on the mend, but my bid to be Florence Nightingale has meant I have contracted lurgy.

I am possibly the world's worst ill person. I have been known to cry at having a sore throat. Thankfully my dear mama has taken charge of the small people (That Baby's still off school) and has sent me off to bed. I can hear This Baby kicking off in the kitchen, she is small and cute, but she's got one helluva wah!

I ache, I cough, I'm pale and hot and cold and grumpy all at the same time. The radiator in our bedroom was fixed yesterday and we spent last night trying to sleep in a sauna which didn't help.

My friend Lucky popped some cake in this morning when she discovered I was not attending baby group. She's a good lass.

I can't face eating it yet. I really must be ill.

But, it did make me do a little half smile. Even when I'm sick and miserable I have the best friends. If she were here she'd tell me to man up and then feed me salacious gossip to make me smile. When it comes to cake & gossip, Lucky's the Queen.

This would help. This would help A LOT.