sniffy noses and sore throats, it's the winter cold season once again.

the little thing and i are both suffering from a lingering cold that neither of us can seem to shake off. the doctor's assured me that she'll get over it without a prescription so we will wait to see. the husband comes back tomorrow night after a short working week away. we'll have friday together then off to cambridge for his cousin's wedding on saturday.

i feel dreadful. tired and sick and drained of energy. i'm already curled up in bed with my lap top and a lemsip about to tuck into my latest read, Maharanis by Lucy Moore. it's the most fascinating story about four generations of Indian princesses but it is written in the most random and rambling style.

tomorrow is mum's birthday so i'm taking the parents and the little thing out to lunch at a fabulous restaurant in town. the food is so exquisite that i haven't had the desire to eat at any other restaurant since.

oh god, i wish the husband was here. feeling ill on my own is awful.