I've been sick with flu the past few days: headache, stuffed sinuses, raw throat, giddiness. DH confessed to being sick last week and I must have caught it from him. Thankfully, Jack has been spared.

Jack's been ever more brilliant since he turned one. He has been a sponge, saying 'zebra' after his grandma, dancing, shhing, putting his friend Paddy back into his house (the cupboard), drawing very abstract art.

As for me, I have started writing poetry again: 4 today, 3 yesterday. Something about fever makes me hungry to write. Plus, there is a global warming poetry competition going on and I'd like to win a nice fountain pen for my Dad.

Meanwhile I am sporting a new look. I call it Frenchy, DH (and friends) call it country. :) It's been styled a little better now. I'll go with Frenchy.

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