eight.
it is a grey day out, after a night of fitful sleep the duty to rise and care for the house. that is all. It is cold and things are in a horrible mess.
Back to bed and wait for the headaxing headache to calm down and leave space for the regular tinny tussi on the right ear.
Son cuddles, gets up, has a bath, floods the bathroom.
Oh no no no.
Sore throat now too.
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