Later today my children really understood how badly I was feeling. The girls helped me strip and remake their grandmother's bed. It is a rotten job and a heavy one too. My son is training as a chef and he cooked us a quick dinner. My evening was fair easier than my morning.
Early to bed with a long rest may help but I think I actually need to see my doctor.
End of whinge and whine.
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