Poorly

It seems most of the UK has a bug these days. It has even affected BBC's Radio 1 as a range of different DJs have hosted shows to cover for regulars off sick. Our office has been no exception and I was forced to take a day off on Wednesday. I slept most of the day and then went to get Anna out of the daycare early. It was an amazing day. Warm, bright, sunny. The flowers are starting to come out, the trees are budding and the birds seemed to be everywhere. Anna and I went for a little walk through the park and then down a road of old Victorian mansions (which are now mostly renovated and split into duplexes or flats) on the way home and it really felt like spring. Had it not been for the headache and sore throat, I reckon it had the potential to be the perfect spring day... in January.

Ange, who has taken about 3 sick days in her life and didn't miss one when she was pregnant left early twice this week to go to sleep and try and fight off the bug. Our North American immunity just isn't up to the task. Little Anna has been fighting off the same bug (I think) for a few days now but remains in good spirits 99% of the time regardless. She clearly as her mum's genes on that one, as I am miserable to be around when I'm sick.