Because the one time I had the flu, I could barely struggle out of bed. But I have got a nasty cold.
Yesterday, I spent all day in bed, being poked in the eyeball from time to time by a very bored Princess. Our cleaner kindly agreed to stay all day and keep an eye on herself but I think she (the Princess and probably also the cleaner) has now decided that there is such a thing as too much television. She went off to school today with a spring in her step.
Our cleaner is a very nice woman from the Eastern part of Poland and she disapproves profoundly of my decision to work. Yesterday, she said to the Princess – isn’t it nice to have Mama at home instead of her going off to work? The Princess was gobsmacked; here she was having the most boring day of her life and she was supposed to like it. I was mildly gratified.
And in other whinging about the help news (is there anything more irritating, than someone who does that?) our childminder does not, like me, believe in always telling children the truth. I like to think that it builds up their soft skills. The other day, Daniel, expressed a desire to see the childminder’s daughter C. It was 6 o’clock in the evening, the childminder was just leaving, she said “you want to come with me, you want to see C?”. Daniel’s little face lit up. Why would she torture him this way? As I say, building up their soft skills.
Finally, the Princess has a half day at school today, I rang L’s mother who lives around the corner to ask her, if she could take the Princess this afternoon, in view of my enfeebled state. She croaked on the other end of the phone – no, I have the flu and so has my husband and my two year old. Given that she was just starting to feel ill when she was around here on Friday afternoon, perhaps it is the flu after all.
Back to bed, while I still can.