Don´t ask me how I have managed it, but I caught a veritable cold. It started with a scratchy throat during night, yet I found the throat lozenges in time, which seemed to soothe the pain a bit. Soon sneezig and coughing lined up, too. At the moment I am high on Ibuprofen in hope to be able to fend off the worst. My sincerest hope is that it will turn out to be an ordinary cold, because number one has been at our house with Xaver, who apparently suffers from some infection caused by streptococci since yesterday. Not that the boy has passed his germs over to me- I know very well now that the moment my body sees streptococci, it cries ´must have them´. So while hubby was out biking to family number two to take the boys to a fire brigade event, I stayed at home in a quite dour mood. Daughter considers to cancel tomorrow´s visit. Says she has her own germs and her own Ibuprofen. Good for her, because I won´t share mine. But what a way to spend Pentecost!