Yesterday saw me wake up full of the cold, deadful headache, and sickness. I was feeling extremely sorry for myself until the Rectory wife was sent home from work in the afternoon, almost at death's door, poor child. Needs must, (The RW is never ever off work - so she must be very ill), and so I've been chief cook and bottle washer and shopping fairy for almost 24 hours now!Poor woman! As if she doesn't have enough to cope with!
As I've read elsewhere, the best plan is to go to bed last, then there's no queue behind you! If the RW survives my cooking and tea-making, my nursing and lack of sympathy, (I try!), then there might be a Christmas celebrated here. Otherwise, it's sausage and chips forever! Now, there's a thought!
