I’ve been laid low with a touch of flu, which made me think back to when the family was at home and there was no time for Mum to be ill.

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I think I’ve caught a cold
My throat is really sore.
My head is feeling woolly
And my nose is red and raw.
I need a day in bed,
But the family’s not impressed.
They’re shouting for their dinner
And they want me up and dressed.
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I’ve drunk up all my Lemsips
And my tissues have all gone.
I’ve borrowed my Hubby’s hanky
But that won’t last me long.
I’ve staggered to the kitchen
And burnt their bacon and their egg.
It serves them right if they can’t let me
Have the day in bed.
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I’ve dished up all the food
Between the sneezes and the coughs.
I’ve even found some apple pie
Which they no doubt will scoff.
I’ll sit there barely eating
And look so ill and sad,
Then hopefully they will notice
And feel just a little bad.
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Not much chance of that, LOL.
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Christine Ramsay 9.1.11
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