Poor Tracey. In an attempt to try something new and exotic she ended up eating something foul and disgusting. She’d not too keen on Polish breakfast foods.
Denise, on the other hand, was quite taken with Barbara, the Warsaw red squirrel. Actually, they’re all called Barbara which makes it a lot easier because you can’t tell them apart. It’s also the name they answer to when you call them to eat walnuts.
While in Farnham, where the squirrels are grey and don’t answer to anything, I registered mum at the surgery where we go and, subsequently, made an appointment.
And would you believe it? She saw my doctor, something that generally eludes me. Seriously weird.
Anyway, mum was given a good going over and the doctor said she just had a virus which needs to run it’s course. There’s no secondary infection and rest is what’s required. That and Panadol.
While that is reassuring, it doesn’t make the cough any more bearable or the fact that she’s stuck inside going a bit stir crazy. Fingers crossed the virus gets just as bored and goes somewhere a little more exciting…like Poland.
As for me, I did housework and took the girls up the park and went shopping…the usual stuff. Clearly the virus won’t want to switch to me.
And a footnote…Denise and Tracey went to Pizza Hut for dinner figuring at least they know how bad that tastes already.