Another dismal day of inactivity. Sophie was unwell for most of the day. She swears blind she is the latest Norovirus victim, but the symptoms seem far more in line with a hangover to me. Watched the cricket for most of the mornig and then switched to "Fawlty Towers". Enjoyed the "extra" Cleese interview. How wonderful to be that funny, and how clever his analysis of it.
H much better took dan to footie. He returned unwell and repaired to bed. What a bunch of sickoes. Never really moved far from the telly all day. The darts started this pm but couldn’t really summon up the silliness to watch it for very long.
Thought about the pub, but not for very long as it was made clear it’d be a solo mission. Just before bed time Emmsy joined the throw up club, and in some style, spraying duvet, carpet & sofa liberally!
Must get out of the house tomorrow. Am actually looking forward to work on Monday. Got a guy booked in for 20 hours. Has a couple of hours with him before Xmas. Seems an odd one, but we’ll see!
Booked a weekend in Marseille/Marrakech for the beginning of next month. Something to look forward to through January.
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