Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Little voice


I am struggling. My voice is very sore and weak; I sound like the love child of Marge Simpson and Deirdre Barlow. I suspect I may look a little like it too.

The boy kicked off royally at pick-up today but then held my hand in the back of the car (I wasn't driving), all the way home, while I mainlined Calpol.

No comments:

Post a Comment