*splutter*

It's Friday so it's cold day.
*cough*
The Seven Dwarves of the Apocalypse are out in full - Sneezy, Wheezy, Queasy, Coughy, Achey, Whiney and Bleurgh.
*Sneeze*
Of course being a woman I'll batter on. I'm at work and in 15 minutes (yes, it's half day Friday!) I'll go and pick the boy up from Nursery and set about my Friday tasks and despite looking and feeling like I've had a fight with a ten tonne truck and lost I'll even go swimming with the boy this afternoon.
*cough, splutter*
Because that is what mammies do. We don't lie down under our illnesses. Yes, we might complain about them - blog about them even - but we get on with it. At least until the children go to bed and then we collapse in a sobbing heap and phone our own mammies for moral support.
*aaaaacchhoooooo*
I wonder what the medicinal properties of a good glass of Sauvignon Blanc are?