Woken up with coughs and sniffles and splutters, AGAIN. Did a Covid test, for a laugh, and its negative, so it's yet another cold virus that has probably been picked up from small children somewhere. God, I miss those lockdown days when no-one was interacting and things like colds were forgotten about for a couple of years. Can't we all just go back to wearing masks, spraying each other with antibacterial mist and keeping a brooms-length distance between us at all times? I swear I had never felt healthier....
I'm wondering whether I should keep away from the little fella, or whether it's good for him to be exposed to these human germs as early in his life as possible. I think I remember being told that breastfeeding babies are effectively covered by their mother's immune system, so as long as this isn't something that can break through Philippa's natural defences, Rian should be fine if I breathe on him. Mathew hates being snotty, but the chances are that this arrived in our house courtesy of his trips to playgroup, so if it was going to hit him, it probably would have by now.
There's a cold breeze whipping through the caravan park today and it's making me feel very unpleasant. I don't know why a simple cold can make you feel so miserable, achy and knackered, but it does. Well, it does for me anyway. Maybe other people sail through these viruses like a longboat sailing through a canal, but not me.
Having said that, I'm not even sure that longboats sail, and if they do, I'm not sure if they do it on a canal, so I think I should give up now before I dig myself in any deeper.
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