'Tis the Season...

...to be germy, fa la la la laaa la la la laaa

December arrives and with it, as it does every year, comes the dreaded lurgy. Emily and I have had horrible colds and coughs for a week now, and there seems to be little hope of respite. Every day we seem to wake up feeling worse. But I am trying not to be a grumpy old sod about it (although I'll admit it's sometimes felt like a bit too much to handle & I shall be having a word with Mother Nature about it one of these days...)

Which explains my silence these last few days. And if being ill wasn't enough, Emily has now also learnt how to crawl (backwards and sideways mostly, but we call it crawling). It took her precisely 10 months to get to this point, and one day past 10 months, she began. And within 20 minutes of her unleashing movement upon me, I began going slightly insane. Nothing is now safe (although strangely, she hasn't made any attempt at the Christmas tree yet), and yes I know I wanted this to happen and I know you all told me I'd kick myself for wishing it and you were right but it is cute.

But other than chasing after Emily and then stopping to catch my breath for half an hour, blowing my dose every 3 minutes (no that wasn't a typo) and begging Emily to let me at least wipe hers (cue screams - lots of them), there isn't too much happening. My sister and her family moved to the area last week and we've barely been able to spend more than an hour together. Visitors from Malta arrive tomorrow and I know for a fact they will be returning with coughs and colds too. My special Christmas gift to them.

*mutter*

Bah humbug, who wants to be healthy anyway?!

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