Friday, 27 January 2012

Coffee and TV (and Calpol) . . . .

This lot should do it......

You couldn't make it up sometimes.
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, The B unwell, The G fighting fit.
Thursday, The B gets better, The G becomes ill.
The timing remarkable, the smoothest handover imaginable.
The most astonishing thing, that at no point were both in good health at the same time.
Rather, the minute The B's condition recovered, The G's deteriorated, as though it had been pre-arranged.
Her illness is nothing like as bad as his, I'm glad to say, nothing serious, no need for Banana Medicine, the fight well within Calpol's capabilities.
In isolation, no sweat.
But following The B's six successive broken nights, not the best, it has to be said.
He slept through last night, for the first time since January 19.
The G did not.
She's making up for it now, flat out on the sofa, sleep the thing she needs the most.
That and Peppa Pig.
Perhaps a little more Calpol.
For me, it's caffeine and paracetamol all the way, and copious quantities have been consumed already.
I'm sticking to the stated dose on the latter.
I can't make the same claim in relation to the coffee.

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