But Weeza and Phil, Z and the Sage are pulling together as always and it’ll work out. We all have additional concerns of our own and honestly I’m best talking about the past for now. It’ll get better, it usually does.
Weeza was working today and couldn’t leave z with the childminder as she’s contagious, so I slept at their house overnight and brought z home with me. I stopped on the way to stock up on sweets, chocolate and that awfully healthy yoghurt drink that’s supposed to restock *good* bacteria. Even the nurse suggested sweet treats to take away the flavour of the medicine. Did I mention that it’s administered 4 times daily? The sound of z’s bitter cry as I made her drink it still rings in my ears, and poor Weeza and Phil have to do it for most of next week.
Still, we did have some fun too. I threw a tennis ball and she turns out to have a pretty good eye and quite often returned it – okay, that was sometimes because I hit the racquet, but she also swung it and hit well. We picked runner beans and sweet peas for Weeza, we made cakes and we watched cBeebies, because television is sometimes the best thing when you’re played out.
Tonight, I mostly drank gin.
Tomorrow, back to the past.