For the past three weeks, we've all been under the weather at some point. First week, Scott with a tummy bug. Last week, Felix and I with a cold. And that just left big Angus. He's done so well to avoid the ills to now. But today, he's been feeling poorly. I didn't realise quite how bad either, until he went to sleep on the ottoman in the dining room, while I made dinner. Almost unheard of for my little man to do that. He would usually be up on his blue stool, standing next to me in the kitchen, inspecting my work. Like most of us, Angus doesn't do sick very well. I felt so bad for him when he woke an hour or so later, congested to the eyeballs and crying. It took me back. As a child, I hated waking up with a cold. That horrible crusty feeling, eyes stinging, throat constricted. My poor baby. Lots of cuddles and lemonade this evening. Almost half way through July... Winter... I'm done with you.