It's not the man flu, but even so . . .

I am so very very tired today. I was awake from midnight until the wee small hours. I pleaded and begged for ages for a bot. Finally I think I was so very pitiful that she went and got one for me. Also she was a bit worried that I wasn't well because I was so pitiful. That's something to remember.

I feel terrible today, my nose is running, my throat is sore and of course I am very very tired. Luke is not well and Mummy is not well, we all feel terrible. I didn't even get out of my pj's until after lunch, then Mummy made me get changed because apparently we are not white trash.

If you get to wear your pj's all day I think I would like to be white trash.

Mummy and I have played lots of games today and read lots of books. We played doctors and Paula (she was the midwife), hairdressers, kitchens and cafes.

My Daddy brought me some tissues and cough lollies this afternoon. Nice.

Things I have learnt today:
Henry Mytton does not like to play hairdressers.

I am not allowed to push the spray bottle into the babies head to make it work.