Snuffly Cold

I have a sniffly cold, sitting in the kitchen, the cup of soup has yet to cheer me up; and the house is eairily quiet.
Just back from shopping in Walsgrave with Mum, its bloody cold outside, and will depart shortly to assist Emma in moving to her new Pad. I have just glanced in her bedroom, naturally vacant, all her gear packed, just a little sad really. Just like we did, the kids grow up and move on.
Determined to cheer myself up tonight! cook some chicken perhaps, and cuddle on the sofa with Katie, whom has all but recovered from her drunken exploits on Burns Night. "I drank a whole bottle of wine!" yes dear, you certainly did.