Only the dead dreams of a Cold War kid

I guess I'm a child of the Cold War: "Protect and Survive", and all that. My childhood dream of being a world-famous mountaineer died a long time ago, but a couple of relics live in the bedside table. So what else to do when bedridden than build them into a tableau to fit an old song title? The flu-like thing seems to be easing, but none of the three of us is quite fit just now. I guess we will be, just in time for the end of the mid-term break. "Life sucks" said FirstBorn. "No, being ill sucks", I replied. That, and a bunch of other stuff. All in good time.