Soup

I woke up feeling really grotty this morning. Sore throat, headache and blocked nose. I so wanted to roll over and stay in bed all day.

I drove P to school and struggled through story morning. Me and A came straight back home for coffee and paracetamol. Luckily I was feeling a bit better in time for music. When the instruments were out I stupidly encouraged A to go and find something loud. He came back with cymbals! What a silly idea that was! Ouch my head!

I had soup for lunch and made A some fish fingers. Surprising he decided my soup was much more appealing and helped himself to my bowl! Cheeky devil.