I'm glad we've got a cat!

Yesterday was a write off. We slept, coughed, whinged and moaned. We did catch a little bit of the brilliant darts World Championship final. Luke Littler is definitely the real deal!

Hot water bottles, blankets and painkillers have been a godsend.

Minstrel pretty much avoided us yesterday. I don't think he liked our croaky voices and coughing fits. 

Today we slept until gone midday, though Minstrel had been fed. Just before I got up properly I heard Minstrel coughing. That spurred me on to get out of bed and Google whether cats can catch human flu. They can't, fortunately otherwise we would have had to drag ourselves to the vets.

This afternoon Brian managed to do a laundry load as the wash-bin was overflowing, and I managed to wash up. We'd optimistically considered a walk to the park for Blips but that was out of the question. Hence we are both Blipping Minstrel today. I had a long sleep on the lap from him this afternoon.