One member of the family or another has been ill at some point during this month. It’s been in succession, with the bleurgh baton being handed from one to another for much of December. Sid is bearing the brunt of it at the moment and seems to be the one suffering the most so far. I just want to hug him every time I look at his poor little face.
Piling on the sofa with mum, dad and blankets is always nice when you’re feeling under the weather too though.