I arrived back in the UK from my Royal Caribbean Cruise, at the weekend, with a hacking cough and jet lag.
I’ve been stuck in a never ending loop of narcolepsy, Lemsip and cough medicine. I am now struggling with the virus of doom which arrived just after the hacking cough and before the explosive snots. I have lovingly passed the virus of doom to both The Husband and the 7 year old, the latter of which is having a day off school because of it.
If this is karma for going away for a week and enjoying myself then I can take it. Bring it on. That might be a lie she says rubbing Vaseline on her sore red nose.
The Husband’s week alone with the children was somewhat tainted by the school boiler breaking and the children having THREE WHOLE DAYS off school. I did feel bad, I really did, but I couldn’t do much … from the Caribbean except drink rum punch.
Regardless of this minor setback, the kids survived, The Teenager didn’t bother to do the ironing and the Husband seemed pleased to see me.
All that’s left for me to do now is polish my missives from my Royal Caribbean Cruise and get them up on the blog.
I had a blast, a truly memorable week of laughter and experiences I’ll never forget.