Sunday night, 11pm and I’m coughing away unhappily, my cough not shifting, though it’s better than it was last week.
H gets out of bed. Comes into this room. Stands there with her eyes closed, possibly still asleep or sort of half awake.
“Mummy, sssshhhh” she mumbles. Whoops. I know I’ve got an irritating loud cough, but that told me.
One day all of our family will be really fit and healthy. One day.
(I realise I should do a top tip Tuesday, but I have none, just an aching body and a cold-filled head. There’s still time for a second entry)