Ah, at last a whole evening stretched ahead as we had, unusually, settled Isobel in bed by 8 o'clock.
Unfortunately, as I'm poorly sick I was in bed by ten past.
(I started the day with the snuffles and a swollen neck but I went about my business with a pocket full of tissues. By the afternoon I felt like I'd been hit by a lorry: I ached all over and even my aches ached.)
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