The weekend has finally come around: two whole days without work, after school clubs or any commitments other than a kids party to attend. Yet here we are sofa surfing by a table laden with tissues, thermometers, Calpol and cold drinks – not exactly what we were hoping for. Poor E has come down with what I suspect may be the flu; she has a headache, ear ache, a runny nose, a sore throat, diarrhoea and a slight temperature. Despite sitting snuggled, eyes half-open, she spent the afternoon flat out refusing to have a nap or to rest at all, …
