DEAR SPOOK, there was a hard frost last night - Meg had heard that it was -7. This picture was taken at 7.15am and the children said they were extremely cold, waiting for the bus to school.
I managed 3hrs of bending and stooping, but when I wretched into a toilet bowl I had just cleaned, I knew I was fighting a losing battle. I was feeling worse as the day went on and had to quit. As it was probably my last day, they may think I have just taken a sicky. I went straight to bed at 11.30am and am still there now at 8pm. Except for a venture out to Caol get Echinacea and headache tablets. That just about finished me off. Meg has cooked her own tea and Finn went straight to the Camerons, where Amy is very low with the same bug. There were 7 children in the house over the weekend, so it will be a bit of a massacre if we all come down with it. 3 down so far.
It was great to hear your voice when you phoned, mid-blog. I'm not sure you will have thought it was so great to hear mine. So much for woo-ing you home!!!
xxx
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