Friday, October 26, 2007
MC came round late last night with what I can only describe as whooping cough. If I didn't know better I would swear he'd spent 20 years working down a coal mine. So I made him soup, did his washing and generally soothed him, and wondered exactly when I turned into his mother. Mind you I was so tired by the time we went to bed that at least I slept through the snoring, if there was any. Still, I was sad to leave him in my nice warm bed while I went off to work this morning - although I'm not missing the spluttering. Can a person get cotton lung from working on a website?