A Spot of Manfluenza on Mother's Day

There's been little going on recently, mainly because I've been feeling so unwell.  At first, I was more than happy to hold my hands up, say that dry cough I had a week ago was a pain, and it had now developed into 'man-flu', but now, I'm pretty certain it has taken a step further into the unwell stakes.

I won't go on about it, but even Julia is happy to acknowledge that I am pretty ill, and has stood by her vows to the full looking after me, making me drink effervescent flu tablets, to Covonia, which, I hasten to add, is by far the worst cough medicine I've ever come across.  Surely you get well drinking it, just because of the fear of drinking another dose, if all is not cleared in the next 4 hours.  I, however, have drawn the line.  I cannot handle it, and there is no chance it is being consumed any longer.

I've spent a lot of time asleep this weekend, and subsequently have found myself awake at the strangest of times.  I was sat in the front room watching some Boxing at 3am, fell asleep, to be feeling fresh for the Australian Grand Prix.  I'm not sure what time of the day this was, but Olive got up, found me, and settled down to watch the racing cars before waking her Mummy.

In a window of opportunity yesterday, I took Olive out, knowing it was Mothers Day today, and let her choose a card, and some flowers to wake her Mum up to in the morning.  So, after we were happy with the Formula 1 action (with a few episodes of Peppa Pig thrown into the mix), Olive got to wake Julia up, who seemed pretty tired given my all night coughing, and excessive temperatures.  They were well received, and although I feel we've done little today as a family, the little one has been like this for easily the past two hours now, and counting.  

I had to check she was still breathing, it's such a miracle.

Maybe she's just bored, and sleeping makes the day pass

This was made at nursery, and planted at home

Olive's chosen flowers and card