Holed up in bed like Uncle Bobby...

Han very kindly passed on her nasty bug and now mama is coughing and spitting like Great Uncle Bobby - famed for his nicotine induced cough, yellowed lips and fingers. He used to sit on an up turned apple crate on the alter of what was his fish and chip shop, a few steps above the shop floor, in front of the huge frying vats and cough and wheeze while waiting to take orders! This was in the 60s so things were a bit different then!  Anyway, he was a kind if distant old soul who coughed a lot.
So am I really, holed up here in bed with Big J's iPad - far from the activity of the house. The wave blanket is here with me but only one row has been managed. It is such a pain that when one feels ill that with it comes the desire to do NOTHING.
Not the best way to start the weekend, and I hate missing work.

I note with a mixture of awe and panic that some of you are already thinking CHRISTMAS gift ideas and are working away. Me too. I am THINKING about it, but like years gone by, even the best laid plans and all that.... Last year never really got off the ground, on this blog there is evidence of that, but let's not go there.....

If however, I rally this weekend, I want to try and make a snowflake......awwww.. How festive...but chances are a bit like a snowballs' you know where!