No one is ill

They are just imagining being 18th Century Poets.

I slept 'til domesday and then the jokes started again after last night. Mrs P is overwhelmed I think. The boys took to their pyjamas. But all day. Mrs P and I at least made it to the market. later, after making ourselves drool thinking of all the best things one could eat from a Chinese takeaway (ie. all the starters) and making a long list, they didn't answer the takeaway phone number, so I cooked a meatloaf for the ailing. If anyone is a bit 'under', it is Ben, absent from photo because he had taken to his bed. Only because he was is in danger of having to do something. Mrs P is affecting a pose and I am urging her to go northwards to Beds. Little A is still liaising with the cat somewhere, from his couch of course.....