DEAR SPOOK, we are a little better today, though haven't got to the crucial bedtime stage yet. Finn has spent most of the day horizontal which suits him fine. It is difficult to tell if he is well or not, as he has spent so much of his life in that position. However, I do think he is getting much better. I'm fairly sure it is swine flu. He certainly meets a lot of the criteria on the internet sites. He was quite happy with this idea, as although it is not pleasant, it is not as scary as he thought swine flu would be.
The sun came out for a while today and it was really warm. I decided it was a good afternoon for adding to my dwindling pile of kindlers. I went looking for the batons that never went into the walls when the house was built - they are such a perfect size for kindling - and found that they had all gone!!! I kept staring to see if I had got it right. They were there just a couple of weeks ago. I wandered all around the place, and had an idea that a raiding party must have come over from the neighbouring boundaries and I was mad enough to want to challenge anyone from that direction if they happened to be out and about. Thankfully they weren't out and about, as my eye was caught by the straggly bonfire with the old chairs on it and all my batons scattered amongst it. Meg had obligingly cleaned up a bit of the yard whilst adding to the bonfire and not realised that she was detracting from the home fire. It would have been very embarrassing to have accused the neighbours of stealing some scabby, rotten old batons. Perhaps I could have claimed to be delirious from the swine flu.
I did make it to work for a catch up today, and will start officially on Monday.
I have decided not to go to the salsa dancing tomorrow, no matter how convincing Sara tries to be that I don't need a partner. I don't wish to fuel any rumours about your lack of presence, nor do I wish to floor someone with swine flu via all that close body contact.
xxx
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