I have one thing to say - I’m too old to be woken on the hour from 2.30 by a poorly soul. I am sympathetic, honestly, but the coughing was and is driving me to drink. The patient is currently cuddled on the sofa with my best fleece blanket watching a cheesy Christmas film and happy as Larry. (Who was Larry?). Mr C is fine, he’s removed his hearing aids . Me? Earplugs, a week in a spa or a long trip to a desert island please. Mum won’t be back until late tonight. Help .
On a more serious note I’ve managed to lose my distance glasses. Disappeared after the development Christmas tea on Tuesday. I don’t need them most of the time but how can they disappear? We’re about to search through the bag of rubbish we brought back with us. Help again. Or maybe .
I've got another 'keen'... Ouch!