The family has the lurgy. Feels suspiciously like flu. My lovely little boy played me Classic FM (his choice) for 45 minutes and climbed onto the bed to cuddle me when I was at my worst. As soon as I perked up though, he reverted to a whinging, unhappy snot-teething-tummy-upset monster, and it was my turn to cuddle him. Now my lovely man is making me some plain noodle soup. I love my boys.
Oh and the little one has a new word - hot - for whenever he touches the radiator or oven or sees the kettle. Clever boy.
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