Medicine!

Chicken pie for Cathaber, who has been attacked by a cold-like plague that is sapping her energy and rendering her in need of Laphroaig whisky, chicken pie and oranges. She has now retired to bed with Gromit the Hotwaterbottle, and we will see what a bit of sleep on top of the medicine will do.
I have to whisper to all his admirers, that Eggy is not really Pulling His Weight at this time. He could, in the words of school reports, do better.