... keeps the doctor away? But whoever made such funny claims! Or was it that a doctor a day keeps the biscuit away? At any rate, while daddy is off into the wide wide world to brave job interviews of the chemical kind, mummy has cleverly caught a cold to keep her company, wheez wheez cough cough sniffle. Tara is most fascinated by my nose blowing and roaring coughing, and comments the procedure with cheerful screeches. How exciting it is to live on bed island, surrounded by ever growing shoals of tissue sharks! We eventually swim down the stairs to raid the fridge, and Tara, showing no sings of having caught my cold, energetically tries to throw herself off every seat I place her on. Good girl!
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