I spent yesterday sat (or laying) on the sofa in front of a fire alongside Mosh.
Rough.
Flo's got impetigo (the grubber little bugger) so she's being doused with antifungal soap every half an hour and admonished not to touch anyone.
Maybe bedrest?
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Or cake?
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