That beautiful baby boy you saw in the paddling pool? He's all covered in spots (his sister helpfully tells him "Nicky, you look like a ripe banana!", so he starts looking round for his narny and getting cross because mummy says it isn't actually banana time right now...). He's got quite a bad dose, it's taken all of the past 24 hours and quite a lot of Calpol to get his temperature down to 39 degrees C (that's 102 in old money).
It's taken me three evenings to finish one row of knitting. One quite lengthy row, but still...
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