The parents-in-law have just arrived and have headed out to “flâner around the quartier” as they put it themselves. It is nice to have doting grandparents on the premises. They admired her beauty, general brilliance and conversational ability. They even admired her hair.
The Princess sleeps. The poor little thing is, alas,sick. Last night she had a temperature of around 40 degrees and her little body was like a hot water bottle, even her toes were radiating heat. However, stoic as ever, she was quite cheerful and lay on her back toasting and singing to herself. Mr. Waffle said “at least she seems happy”. I said “well maybe she’s delirious”. “Good grief” he said “a problem for every solution”. This is true, I fear. She is much better today but I hope that she will be well enough for us to skip out and abandon her tomorrow night…poor baby.
on 13 February 2004 at 18:47
She’ll be fine! Remember last time she was sick and I was there, I too kept saying ‘at least she’s cheerful’ …!
on 15 February 2004 at 11:50
Ok, Mink and Nic, you were right she is fine, but see next post re chicken pox disaster..