A productive hour ...

... in a TB ward.  Or, at least that's what it feels like - we've all got various stages of the lurgey.  However, I managed to keep on top of the washing, clean the chickens, pop to the shops and turn multiple left-overs into good for you soup.  Cream crackered now, but lunches are ready for the freezer - and dinner is about to go out on the table.