Not every bowl & cup & plate in the house...but pretty close. Dearest is the only one still on his feet & he's not domesticated, poor lamb. I can't stand looking at the mess & fretting about all the things that need doing & aren't getting done so I stayed in bed.
Poor old Ditz, who is well enough for company but not well enough to be hassled about chores, prowled the house like a lost soul wondering if anyone else was ever going to surface. Meals are a nightmare. Dearest, being well, is frying up a storm & curdling all us girls' stomaches. Liddy is only able to keep soup down. I'm on a fruit kick of strawberries, raspberries & kiwi fruit ~ none of which are in season here & all Ditz wants is sugar; sugar cures all ills in her book.
The worst part of being ill is the mess that accumulates & can't be dealt with but I am feeling slightly better this evening so I may be able to tackle my house in the morning.
Meanwhile, Liddy's work has lots of staff down with this horrible thing so all the supervisors & managers are working while ill & Liddy came home chortling that they got *Lemsip* breaks. How funny is that?