Rowan Tree and Red Thread

I think I'm getting better. It's kinda hard to tell though, as my daughter was awake pretty much on the hour, every hour, last night between midnight and 8am. Shattered? I'd love to be only shattered.

sammywol dropped us both down to the GP on her way to teach this afternoon. The doctor was very sympathetic but confirmed what I suspected. There's nothing really to do for me but wait it out. Luckily it does seem to be fading now, in that, while my throat is beginning to flare up, the bouts of fever have stopped and I'm not so perishingly cold all the time. The doctor wasn't able to find anything wrong with my daughter though; she's had something infectious and misery-making on and off now for over a month. She was a star for him as usual. I think she likes getting a sticker or lollipop and behaves so as not to spoil her chances.

She was also delighted (and I was puzzled) by the pirate flag of skull & crossbones flying from a window opposite the doctor's surgery. Oliver Plunkett Street is a haven to pirates and scurvy sea-dogs it seems.