Apart from Mum, Dad, Big dude, two dogs, a hamster and a newt.
And a small frail boy with a very high temperature and a cough that a Woodbine smoking Scouse docker would be proud of.
Fortunately the temperature went but not a chance of the cough checking out of Hotel Little Dude.
A whole week of hacking and coughing has passed not to mention a few bottles of Buttercup Syrup.
Two days ago I got a sore throat - one of those 'I think I may have swallowed a broken glass' throats. Great! Yesterday the throat wasn't too bad (plenty of Tea Tree gargles saw that one off). Today this is what I have been doing..
Yep, I feel like my body is turning itself inside out every time I cough. Buttercup Syrup is a no hoper (although I love the taste of it - can you overdose on Buttercup Syrup by the way?). We had guests around this afternoon. As I opened the door I said "I wont get too close as I have a nasty cough.." the response was "hack, hack, cough, sniff, splutter, hack". Great.
Of course this is all the fault of Big Dude who has had a nasty cough for several weeks now that antibiotics can't shift. Although saying that, I'm not sure how he could have passed it on to us as he rarely graces us with his presence these days.
Pity people don't follow the etiquette of coughing and sneezing as shown on this poster. Of course I have spent years telling my boys not to wipe their snotty noses on their sleeves. It is apparently more than acceptable to walk around with snot-a-dangling from your clothing when affected by a cold.
Hubby hasn't succumbed yet, but as he will never let me have an ailment alone, I'm expecting an imminent announcement of "I think I'm getting your cold" followed by a week of near fatal man flu. If it was "my cold" he would still be doing the chores and running around after everyone not laid up on the sofa with a Lemsip and fleecy throw.I think I will just put a big red cross on the front door until we all recover and spring comes.
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