THE ICING ON THE CAKE
is I ab a cold. I never get colds, well the last one must have been about 1975, you know the last century. So now The Scot and I are racing for the headache tablets. That Chemist of ours is gonna have one tremendous Christmas on our profits.
So give a thought for this poor girl, with a streaming nose, a sore throat, sneezes, a headache, aching gums, and everything else thrown in.
The Middle Son and his wife are visiting this afternoon. (rush to medicine cabinet,not because of them, because of cold) and when they have gone I think I will go to bed.
feeling so sorry for herself, she can't be bothered to count the sleeps.