Granny slippers and chocolate
I don’t get unwell very often, I feel grotty an awful lot though. It’s a side effect of staying up too late, getting up too early and being surrounded by small humans leaking germs at me all the time. I don’t get can’t-get-up-out-of-bed sick, because I just can’t. At least I can’t Monday to Friday, because someone has to be vertical and vaguely compos mentis to look after Dominic.