After a rather unfortunate bout of influenza. . .
two of the four grands are back on their feet and back at work.
How I functioned without a hairstylist (please don't laugh . ..he's only just begun). .
and my personal wee jester. .
was quite frankly a stretch.
I think I've cried wolf once too often as I announce daily with my vast ability to imagine. . .
my own probability to fall ill.
In the meantime. . .
my beloved has carried on with chores amidst his tribulation with dyspepsia. .
and has since recovered while I still wait for the inevitable day.
Now. .I just need my wee sous chef Grandgirlie and her little sidekick Little Miss Muffet to come by to assist in making some chocolate Madeline's for Valentines day. . .
and "court" will be fully in session.
all for now. .