As always

 DiL called in the morning to ask what she should pack for the boys. Strange, as often as she's off she should know by now. No word about the boys' health. First way after we had picked them up was to the apothecary- both are a coughing mess. Flavius also had a feaver. But mummy is off to have fun in Venice, dad is working, so idiot grandparents are to the rescue. I wonder how long it will take for me to catch that cough. In that case I will indeed call off family Christmas...