The House at Porter Street has been battling an outbreak of pestilence frivolously dubbed "The Common Cold".
It started, as all these things do, with Milo who brought it home with him from kinder. Then it moved to me and has now invaded Mum. Papou thinks he's avoided it by having two naps yesterday, but I'm not confident.
All this coughing, sneezing, wheezing and grumpiness has put a halt to advances in the progress of our home-making efforts which is particularly frustrating given our proximity to completion.
Hopefully we will all improve with the aid of these beauties.
Grown in our garden they are perfectly formed and thanks to this cold I can't taste anything, so their reputed sourness has passed me by...