So, just before Christmas, the day before Christmas Eve in fact, I saw my nephews.
On Christmas Day, I caught a cold.
The weekend of my Mum's Birthday, there was a big family gather, and I saw my nephews.
During the week afterwards, I caught a cold.
This weekend just gone, I went to see my nephews.
Guess what?
I'm not really complaining, it's a annoyance more than anything else. It also amuses me how it has been happening almost like clockwork.
I'm probably seeing them again in a few weeks for the older one's birthday, I should probably plan to get germs in the middle of the following week.
Oh, and the older one's birthday? He'll be
FIVE! I suppose since I seem to be persistently getting older I shouldn't be surprised that everyone else is too. But FIVE? I remember when...