I went to the Dicken's Fair yesterday and brought home an exotic London cold.
OK, maybe it's just a standard cold. Sore, scratchy throat, stuffed up nose, general wooziness.
Seanie's feeling it too, although to a lesser degree.
Both of his brothers and Rhi managed to get infected, as well.
Delightful, no?
Funny thing is I can't think of a single thing we all did. There wasn't a food stall we all of us patronized, or a show we all sat together watching. But somehow, all five of us are little sickies now.
