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Date: 04 February 2005 20:54:51
...and Maison Miffy is still standing. Little Miff and cronies are disporting themselves at the school disco...minus one of their number. Poor T, little M's French exchange partner, having been struck down by the dreaded lurgy, is tucked up in bed upstairs. The poor soul obviously didn't wrap up warmly enough for the open-topped bus tour in Oxford yesterday. Result, I was called to fetch him home from school this afternoon. He'd tried to brave it out this morning, leaving armed with Day Nurse and clutching a handful of Pierre Lapin tissues. (Yes, those were the only ones I had. Oh, the shame!) For a while we thought little Miff was due to join him; he arrived home at lunchtime drooping visibly. Luckily he seems to be made of sterner stuff than T. So, quick change of plan. Mr M dropped the animals off at kennels, whilst I sped down to the chemist to stock up on yet more Day and Night nurse, Benylin, another thermometer, (ours was last seen years ago; I tend to rely on the hand on the forehead method of measuring temperatures myself). Emerged with all this, plus an extra hot water bottle in a fetching shade of purple. I refused the assistant's offer of a co-ordinating floral cover. Doesn't quite go with the image. (Although it would certainly look good with the Peter Rabbit hankies).
Talking of medicines; wasn't treacle once used as a purgative? (Can any nurse wibbers help me out here?) Ms M's in the middle of baking a chocolate cake, courtesy of The Farmhouse Kitchen and it seems to be one of the main ingredients, along with vast quantities of butter.
Now, do you remember my mention of 'Mission-Shaped Church' a few weeks ago? And my pleas for moral support should I be seen to dither? No, you don't ! Never mind, I forgive you. Anyway, you'll be glad to know that I WENT FOR IT at the meeting, have had a response far better than I'd ever anticipated, and am now cautiously edging my way up the beanstalk. I'll keep you posted.
Vaguely along similar lines, I seem to have been drawn into a project on the Fairtrade front. Now is this procrastination or calling, I wonder? I'll never get my current course unit finished at this rate. Yet the two are not unconnected, she says mysteriously. Again, watch this space.