Champers and cough medicine
Ooh I had a fab weekend. J & I (and Louis) had a wonderful evening on Saturday. J made fantastic pizzas and we popped a bottle of bubbly too. We also watched a Brad Pitt DVD (de rigeur for a girly night in…phwoar!) and spent several hours talking about everything and anything. We consumed vast quantities of popcorn, strawberries, chocolate and more fizz, and had a thoroughly nice time. To be honest, it was slightly hazy after midnight, but we lasted until well after 1am before calling it a night (a morning?). Louis, who is the biggest, softest most beautiful boy and an absolute darling to boot, helped us with the popcorn and looked pretty horrified a couple of times when we had fits of hysterics, but otherwise took it all very well considering he was the token boy. Sunday morning found us both a bit tired but surprisingly not suffering from hangovers, especially after wolfing down a large plate of gorgeously peppery scrambled egg and sautéed mushrooms on toast whipped up by J in Nigella-mode.
Back to reality yesterday, then, when I returned home to find that #1 had decided to go down with the same high temperature, sore throat and cough that kept #2 off school on Friday. Hubby and I ended up eating most of the lunch as neither child was hungry (bit of a turn up for #1, he’s always ravenous), and we ended up all falling asleep on the sofa in front of the rugby (boo) like the bunch of layabouts we really are. He’s now ensconced on the sofa watching Spongebob Squarepants and feeling very sorry for himself and I’m busy rushing round preparing for Grandma’s visit on Wednesday whilst providing endless supplies of hot chocolate, tissues and cough mixture and simultaneously trying to persuade him to wipe his nose on a tissue and not his sleeve/the back of his hand/my furniture (delete as appropriate). A multi-tasker, me.
You really should mention that Louis is a greyhound and not an Escort / Himbo / Mantart…
LIL!!