Andrew has done a great job of holding the fort, while i laid around and sweated and coughed and groaned.
Sickies get to watch with a cup of tea while the last two bonfires of the season get burned.
Luckily daddy was available to take them up the block for walks, at least on the days when he wasn't out fencing with a fellow brigade member.
While I've been busy dying, the spring has been arriving.
I hope I'll feel the same way in the next few days!