The Christmas that never was

Well we’re on the mend, at least some of us are on the mend.  Squidge is still not feel­ing too well.  She has a hor­ri­ble hack­ing cough, is whiny and is run­ning a low grade fever.  So a recap of this past week.

On Mon­day I went to Victoria’s for a Nor­we­gian break­fast.  I was sneez­ing and a runny nose but noth­ing that was con­cern­ing me.  By 4 I wanted to die.  If I had known I was that sick I would never have gone to Victoria’s, I hope I didn’t infect any­one there.  So I had a messy house, none of the gifts were wrapped and death would have been wel­comed.  In my delu­sional belief that Christ­mas was still going to hap­pen I cleaned the house and wrapped the gifts.  When I was done I finally dragged my sad sick behind to bed.

Tues­day morn­ing Wal was a sweetie and took Squidge down­stairs around 8 and let me sleep in a bit.  I thought he’d know not to let her open the pressies with­out me.  I thought he’d know enough to at least take pic­tures if he did let her open the presents.  I’m sure you’ve guessed what hap­pened.  My dar­ling lit­tle Squidge turned into a whirling dervish.   Before Wal had a chance to take it all in it was over.  All that was left were the empty boxes and torn wrap­ping paper.  When I dragged myself down an hour later it was to a wrecked liv­ing room and no pho­tographs.  I did think about reen­act­ing open­ing the presents but couldn’t be both­ered.  After her lit­tle burst of energy she just moped around the house cough­ing and sneez­ing.  The last cou­ple of days are a blur and I don’t really know what we did.  It involved sneez­ing, cough­ing, med­i­cine, sleep­ing, a Christ­mas din­ner a day late (cooked but not eaten), and lots of feel­ing sorry for ourselves.

I did feed her some fruit– hey it’s sup­posed to be good for you when you’re sick.  Isn’t it?!??!!

Today Wal and I were feel­ing a bit bet­ter and decided to finally get out of the house.  I thought a trip to the Lowry was a great idea.

We had a good time except that Squidge still isn’t feel­ing 100% so she was a bit whiny.  I can hear her now upstairs in bed cough­ing and cry­ing to herself.

We also went to the Impe­r­ial War Museum.

I didn’t get to see much of it because Squidge had a bit of a melt­down, Wal enjoyed it.  So if you’re in Man­ches­ter head over to Sal­ford and visit the Lowry and the Impe­r­ial War Museum, it’s a great way to spend an after­noon. Both of the muse­ums are free and the Lowry is next to the Lowry out­let mall so you can do some shop­ping too!

As you can see after a cou­ple of pots of petit filous she was feel­ing a bit bet­ter and ready to roam.