Two down with the flu in the house. One’s gone to Scotland. I am on the bed; Ferdinand is watching Jonny Test. It’s getting worse instead
of better and now it’s Sunday. My plan for full recovery before morning on Monday has been stomped on. Ferd looks like a limping advertisement for everything that can happen if you have a cold or flu. The good news: Ferdinand and I are dominating the Wii fitness test. We exercise our wrists from a chair, wrapped in a blanket. Before Ferdinand woke up I made 29 valentines. The bad news: there is just so much chicken stock you can get happy about.