The rain is still raining, my cold is still in full force rendering my speech almost incoherent at times. Actually for the past week my voice has matched my rather mumbling brain. I would grab any spare chance I find to sleep, in the hope rest might improve things except I can hardly breathe when I close my eyes. Added to that I have has this cold for weeks and none of the sleep I have has during that time has helped so the point is rather moot.
My daughter has returned from school looking pale and sleepy with a note in her school book telling me her cough has resumed. So now we are two sorry for ourselves girls trying to feel warm in the unseemly chill that is South Wales in May and glad we don’t have to venture out in the pouring rain.
Rosie is sleeping off the worry she gave us all yesterday. She went from having a hug to rampant drooling to hecking and heaving and clawing at herself. I can tell you that 18 and I were beside ourselves, I truly thought she had something caught in her throat, despite the fact she had been right with us and not eaten anything, for once. Eventually the culprit was discovered when she managed to dislodge a milk tooth. Frankly, I don’t think any of us have the stamina for a replay, her previous teeth have just fallen out. The rest better do the same or I shall be ready once more for the Home For the Terminally Bewildered.
I hope your Tuesday is a little more energised and somewhat less frantic.
Lynn x
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