I am ill and miserable and facing a weekend where neither is permitted – but at least it’s got me out of doing any cooking
I have a cold, which has given me a fuzzy head, watering eyes and a determination to be very poor company. This is possibly why I find myself alone on a Friday morning, trying to remember why I came into the kitchen. Perhaps I wanted a coffee, I think. But I’m holding a coffee.
The front door opens. The dog runs in, leaps up and places two muddy paws on my chest.
