New year in Hello.

We started the new year with a house of ill. John is just getting over a really bad cold with almost flu like symptoms, then I started with it on Friday night. John didn’t help very much by making “uh oh!” noises every time I described a new symptom. I’m not sleeping well, being aware that I’m shifting and coughing in my sleep and disturbing John. These past two nights I’ve had a grand total of five hours sleep, along with a day of work in the middle and fevered dreams, which I don’t suppose is helping me in my recovery at all. In a minute I’m going to the shop to buy Night Nurse. I haven’t taken that for years, last time I took it I had a half hour conversation on the phone about Eskimos with my then boyfriend and couldn’t remember it at all.
Yesterday evening we’d arranged to go to John’s auntie Hazel’s house for tea as John’s half sister, Alison, was up for a couple of days. John’s mum (who died when John was a baby) had Alison when she was 16 and John’s grandparents arranged for her to be adopted. John didn’t even find out about Alison until his late teens (I was actually there when his cousin “let slip” about Alison and was horrified that John didn’t know about her!) He wasn’t that bothered about finding out much about her, but after spending a couple of days with her at Katie’s wedding, he realised just what a lovely lady she is and provisionally arranged more meetings with her. John had to go to work last night, after spending just an hour with Alison, but I spent a couple of hours with her and her two young daughters. She told us all about her PhD she’s studying for, grilled us all about what we were doing and marvelled at Hazel’s photo albums, saying how weird it was that she didn’t know any of this family, yet the family resemblance is very strong and she was seeing her own face staring back at herself from these old photos.
We went for a walk to look at the Christmas lights, the girls getting along like a house on fire, but by the time I’d got back to Hazel’s I was exhausted and had to say I couldn’t hang around for Pictionary because I was feeling really grotty. I felt awful when I started walking home and Eleanor said that she was the worst person in the world because she’d had a tantrum about coming home and she hadn’t realised how poorly I was. :( Poor little mite. Then John sent me a text saying “take loads of pictures!” and I couldn’t text him back to say I was already at home because I have no credit and my bank card has mysteriously stopped working.
Right now I’m laid on the sofa in my pyjamas, I suppose I’d better get dressed and go to the shop.