Poor Little Fink, bunged up, sniffing, sneezing, coughing."what can I do to help her feel more comfortable?" I thought. "I know, I'll put some Vick's on her chest to help clear her blockages."
So I usher the snot laden child to the bathroom, lift up her jammy top and slather the Vicks all over her chest.
A short while later, she is at the coffee table with her laptop and I note the improvement in her breathing.
"Mummy." she says, little face screwed up against the vapour,
"I can't see." Ah bless.
Mr Fink now has the dreaded lurgy and was unable to attend the first celebration in the annual calendar of Christmas. Last night it was the gathering of the Fink clan at GWTBO house, this consisted of take away, jokes, fun, babies, Death by Pictionary (terrible amount of cheating from SOME people. One person who will remain nameless, shamelessly whispering "Think Paris" as a clue to the word Eiffel Tower. Shame on you) and lots and lots of laughter.
My favourite comments of the night were....Woogie talking about a hirsute GWTBO, "Grandad wasn't born, he was knitted!" and Blitzen (Doner's girlfriend) when playing Pictionary trying to guess a US President, "Is it John Bush?" (But she more than made up for not knowing him name with her enthusiasm and air punches when her team were doing well!
The babies were beautiful and full of beans and everyone had a brilliant time. Thank you.
