*Scratches*

I have been feeling a bit full of ill-health recently. I have a cold of some sort rumbling just below the surface and it is not very pleasant. It just involves a horrible feeling throat, me coughing sometimes, not all the time, but when I do cough it makes me feel really sick – as in that I’m going to actually be sick. It’s lovely. That combined with the last couple of nights of being really tired but when I have gone to bed, the moment my head hits the pillow I’m wide awake, is not a great.

Still, it could be worse… My sister phoned me yesterday
“I’m at home” she said.
“Oh are you? Why?” I replied
“Because [nephew] has got chickenpox”
“Oh…”
“I’m really sorry”
“Yes…”

So, why the problem? The thing is that I have never had chickenpox and getting it as an adult is not ideal. Mind you, they thought he had it before and he didn’t have it. Of course, I would be much more likely to get it had I been in close contact with my nephew. On Sunday when I was over at my sister’s house my nephew and I played our usual game of him lying on the floor and then he points to his back and I then have to blow a raspberry on his back and then he’ll turn over and I have to blow a raspberry on his stomach. We carry on like this until he decides he wants to move somewhere else and then he expects me to crawl after him and we carry on where we left off. This game can go on for well over half an hour sometimes. I don’t suppose that would count as close contact though, would it?

On other matters, for those who are not wanting to celebrate the joys of Valentine’s Day next week, here is the site for you. Very amusing.