The pipes of doom

My body is a temple of winter ailments. Don't ask for details. And then I had to go to the dentist and ended up having some work done on both sides of my mouth. Lovely.

But at least the first (and only) born is home, but he's going out again to a birthday party. "It is Friday night, mother." Hmmmm.

I'm just waiting for the moment I can decently go to bed.