Everybody is Ill
Apr 10, 2016 · 1 minute readI have 1.5kg of British mini eggs. This might, might be more than even I can deal with.
But I will try.
Having a full house is slightly odd. With the travelling this year, not sleeping in my own bed is less of an issue, but I can’t just go off and do my own thing at the moment. Of course, by ‘my own thing’ I mean ‘I can’t sit in pyjamas and watch 1970s British television all day and night’, so it might be a good thing, really. Plus I am going to get cake. And presents!
(My sister points out that I am not to over-sell the cake. But then when I said ‘it might be rubbish!’ I got accused of calling their proposed cake rubbish. So I can’t win. I’m sure it’ll be great, though!)
Today, sadly, everybody is ill. Which means people covered in blankets on the couch, me sent off to Target to find medicine, and a rather quiet Sunday. Almost, in fact, like Sundays back home. Maybe I should try and find an episode of Antiques Roadshow for later on this evening…