We are laid low with a terrible sickness

Catrin got it first, then me.

We have head colds. Bunged-up, cloggy head-colds.

The type that give you a muzzy-head and make it hard to breathe.

Still, Catrin is keeping her spirits up by playing Christmas Carols very persistently.


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