Dear Dave

Dear Dave,

We're still recovering from the plague. Fraser's getting by on a diet of milk and crackers; Marie's taking exception to everything; Lewis is... Hang on where is Lewis? I'd better go check.

The kids are totally failing to appreciate my nursing efforts but I'll have the last laugh eventually:


Yours in a woman's world,

Ed.

PS To give you a taste of the kind of mood Marie's in, here's a snippet of overheard conversation from bedtime yesterday:

Marie (whining terribly): I can't get to sleep... sob...

Sarah: Of course you can't. The light is on and I'm standing in the room talking to you...