Do you want leaves with that?

I am realising that here in the U S of A, meals are served with an enormous pile of leaves.  It is also normal for one's jaw to be dislocated after eating a sandwich.  This doesn't do much for my temperomandibular joint dysfunction, but that's another blog.  

Currently, Mum is pretending to be a chicken, whilst catastrophising about the size of the extra capacity washing machine which my sister and brother-in-law have now resolved not to buy after all.  Brother-in-law has headed off to karate and my sister is unpacking things from after the move.  Dad has sensibly sought refuge in the bathroom.  The baby is throwing things and making baby noises, as babies do.  Thank God for the dog, who just wanders around in that dog-like manner.

I have not been well for the last couple of days.  I am feverish, with chest pain, coughing like I smoke 40 a day (when in fact, I never go over 30 - that's a JOKE - I've never smoked), earache, headache, sore throat, generally feeling wrecked, so was asleep most of yesterday, having some very surreal dreams, including one where I was swallowed by a whale - hang on, that really happened.  (see previous blog entry)

What better time to put together flat-packed furniture? That is my requisite task now.  More later.