One lump of catarrh or two?
Nasty business.
The snot goblins are playing merry hell at our house.
Picture: basykes
All four of the children have a cold. Two are coughing for Britain and two have snot candles to rival those big old church alter candles I see at weddings and funerals (other than that, I don’t have much cause to bother God – much to the dismay of my Irish Catholic mother!!).
The youngest wants to be stuck to a parent all day, which is both lovely and tiresome at the same time. If she’s put down for even a second it’s “Waaaaaaaaaggggghhhhh.”
The mood between the middle two children is completely magnetic, in so much as they are busy repelling each other with the unbridled force of nature.
Shouting has taken over from talking as the preferred means of communication for my eldest boy, and everybody and everything in his life is “stupid”.
I hate this time of year. I might be able to cope with the shouting, the fighting and everything else were it not for the dreaded lurgy. Is that the correct spelling of lurgy?
Typically, Fowler family colds get recirculated and take six fricken weeks to clear. They disturb sleep, disrupt routines and leave us endlessly wondering whether to the bother the family doctor. I say family doctor but actually it’s a collective of conveyor belt practitioners who glean our histories from a computer in the ONE minute slot they have between patients. I don’t know who to feel more sorry for, them or us.
Anyway today we’re celebrating the 2nd birthday of our youngest so I’d better get busy looking busy or my wife will think she goes to work just so that I can have a never ending holiday.
And Thank You to Peter Clemens – whose blog covers topics related to personal growth & self awareness – for leading me to Post Secret. It may help me to offload some of my own secrets. 
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