Bah Humbug!

Typisch! I am off on holiday tomorrow to North Cyrus for a few days (The Boy is looking at a golf course and we’re staying at The Malpas Hotel [any relation of Steve at the boat yard?]). I haven’t even started packing yet, and I’m shivering and snuffling. Why do I always catch something just before we’re due to go away? While we’re away (all those foreign germs leaping into my system with shrill cries of glee) I could understand – but before hand? The Boy teases me because I drink ‘interesting’ local digestifs, but it’s usually the only way I can clear my sinuses!

I’m determined that it’s not going to cramp my WAG style. However, my bruises mean that I might have to wear the Dr Bones memorial cossie.