Daddy Jarvie is sick (the kids call him Daddy Pig after the character in the Peppa Pig cartoon). So Daddy Pig went and caught the toddler's virus (not a urine infection as the doc predicted after all). Said virus caused us to spend Saturday seeing emergency doc at hospital with a crying in abject pain toddler. The virus is rather gruesome: blisters on tongue, shakes and headache. And the only food groups tolerable to those afflicted are icecream and ham. So maybe Daddy Pig is an apt nickname after all.
Thankfully toddler is better.
Daddy Pig meanwhile is groaning and moaning from the spare bedroom (and not at my jokes!)
So again a non writing week. BUT I have done some writerly planning. This, my friends, is progress. I'm not normally a planner in the writing department. But I've been finding LISTS a useful release of writing-roadblock angst. And I'm nearly ready to submit again soon.
Hopefully the Pig Guy upstairs (I mean that most lovingly) will recover soon. So that Mummy Pig can get her hands on her keyboard again!