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Piglet has picked up a cold—at least that what we hope—from nursery. Were it still the 90s, we could use her as an alternative gunge tank for Live & Kicking.
After a retro split-shift night, where I took till 4am before The Chef took over, I was allowed an 11am lie in. The Chef showed me pictures of a depressed Piglet watching CBeebies when I came down.
If she gets a fever, we’ll be in self-isolation while we wait for a test. And I don’t want to try and stick a swab up her tiny nostril.