The cold has caught me despite my in my opinion skillful enasive maneuvres tha past week. I have been avoiding Niks snotty breath too close to my face. Have been practising extra careful hand washing with antibacterial soap. Drinking freshly squeezed Orange and Grape fruit juice in the morning..Niks father has been another dangerous source for contamination, he has been in bed for almost a week and I knew the moment I entered the danger zone, his bedroom one morning to bring hin a cup of tea, that the lack of air exchange was the crucial trigger. I couldn't hold my breath now could I?Niks dad is unusually chatty after the isolating week, so I stayed longer than I had to. What he looses in cafeteria conversation with his buddies, he must take out on the family members I assume. Poor man. Anyway... I really put my soul into avoiding the stubborn cold it to catch on to me. Which was all in vain

Everything is so much of an effort with a running nose, fever and headache. Considering my tendency to fall sick very very seldom, its even more frustrating to me I should think. And I feel sorry for my miserable self.

Been popping aspirins and thanks to those magic little white helper pills I had enough strenght to do laundry, study two hours, cook a three coarse meal..and...walk the dog on the beach. Not bad eh? and oh yeah..iron the kitchen towels...
I am definatley turning into housewife material don't cha think?