I have been ill, in case you were wondering about the bloggy silence. I got my just desserts for doubting whether SB was really ill last week: I came down with the EXACT same bug he had and it is horrible. Sort of sicky and don't-want-to-go-too-far-from-the-loo-ish and just-want-to-lie-in-bed-and-sigh-and-groan-in-an-exaggerated-fashion. Serves me right.
So my weekend was a wipeout (Friday was nice in a way, because although I was ill and stayed in bed most of the day, SB looked after me, bringing me water and going over the road to the shop to buy more milk when I decided I wanted Cheerios). I hauled myself back into work on Monday and today, and thanked heaven again that I now work part time. I could manage a half day but definitely would not have held out till 5pm.
What else? Oh, I took FB for his introductory drumming lesson last week and he LOVED it so now he owns his own drumsticks and a practice pad and I've just realised that by the end of this coming weekend I will have one son learning drums and another with a brand spanking new three quarter size electric guitar for his birthday. Add that to the Husband's fourteen or so guitars and assorted keyboards etc and I think I may have to move out. Anyone got a nice quiet cupboard under their stairs going free?
Nothing else to report so I am off to have some toast (to see if that will stay down) and attend to my offspring who have been very patiently waiting for me to finish this and take them to the bookshop like I promised.