Forced leisure

'The Lurgy' that has been felling the family for weeks finally got me yesterday, so here i am at home, taking the tablets, drinking gallons of tea, coughing, reading, doing laundry, lurking on work email, watching telly (War of the Worlds, 1953, where biology/disease - trumps the A bomb - dark goggles everyone!).

So why not complete the stay-at-home mum thing and bake scones for the son returning from a hard (?) day at school?

He complained about my how-was-school questions. But not about the scones.