Mummy Knows Best
June 28, 2012 § Leave a comment
I wrote the last in a state of oblivious intensity, which is a common condition my writing invokes in me. Only, to put it mildly, it was a little chilly. Considering I was in the process of getting dressed when the muse descended and there was a southerly blowing, I found myself as I logged off to be shivering slightly and my fingers somewhat numb. Hence the snivels that visited this week, perhaps not helped by the fact that my wee man also has a cold, (though I would request his stamina any day). He has always insisted on running about with barely a stitch on, even in the depths of winter. Many a tantrum has raged from this. As you can imagine, Mummy knows best. I just wish Mummy were able to tell me to get dressed when I’m half-naked and typing away in oblivion.
Till next week, when the nose no longer drips and the sun shines again, I bid you adieu.