First we play with the trains in the mud.
Then we play with the trains in the kitchen sink.
I spoke too soon last week.
I spent this week tucked up in bed with a terrible cold.
Congestion, a sort throat, what can only be described as a hacking cough.
To put it bluntly, I felt like shit.
The baristas at the cafe even told me I looked like shit…which is tough because they have seen me looking rough, practically banging down their door at 6:30 after nights, weeks and months of interrupted read more