Health on Wednesday

FL's bowels have calmed down - hooray!

But now he has a streaming cold - boo!

And so have I - double boo!

He appreciated having me at home yesterday afternoon. When I got there he was sitting in his chair, wrapped up in a quilt on top of his coat and hat. But he refused to let me ring the clinic, and as the day went on, he lost a few layers and the hooded-eye look! So I have given him a reprieve. The last thing he wants is to be admitted to hospital - too many people catch things there that are worse than what they went in with, in his opinion!

However, he woke up this morning sneezing and coughing. And so did I. But I came to work. Despite a pressing engagement with Kate's hat pattern! Today I will be keeping an eye on him via text messages. He plans to go to the golf club for a coffee with his pal - if he doesn't do that, I will be going home this afternoon to check up on him again.

Last night was parents' night at school for my son. His English teacher asked me to give FL his best wishes. I had forgotten they were colleagues for a while. I said he was too ill to attend the parents' evening: "I know". So my son pays more attention than he lets on. As I stood up to leave, the English teacher grabbed my hand and shook it vigorously and reiterated his good wishes. A male Scottish behaviour pattern usually only exhibited at weddings and funerals. Funny old world.