The flu is here again, particularly infectious strain it seems. Jeremy’s just started burning up while I’m on my second box of Panadol and zillionth favour from Shirley at work. It’s been a lonely mid-week, can’t wait for the parents to get back from the casino tomorrow.

In their absence I am putting Silas through his first working diet. As we’re properly dysfunctional, there is no agreed-upon schedule for feeding the cat. Everyone tops the food bowl up when they wake/before sleeping/during dinnertime and owing to our huge variety of body clocks, Silas eats about ten meals daily. Until tomorrow, however, all his ration are monopolise by me.