Chippie still not great, although the fever has gone.
It has been replaced with a disgustingly snotty nose and the dry cough substituted for a disgusting mucousy one. Nice.
Step mother offered the washing machine for our dirty laundry. What the heck? I’m no holidays. And despite having packed enough (ok, more than enough, but it’s a disorder, I can’t help it) for our trip, I do some anyway, and drag in the “washing” suitcase that we’d intended to leave in the car.
Now well and truly into holiday mode, ie Grumpy happy to explore or sit doing very little, and I’m busting to go shopping, I talk Monkey