Why I haven’t blogged much this week…

One of the mothers: You’re looking better today.*

Me: I’m wearing makeup.**

Mum: It’s very effective.

Me: Thank you. It’s my disguise.

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* I’ve had The Cold that Would Not Die for two weeks now, complete with the Lauren Bacall throat - not necessarily a bad thing - the Niagara Nose and the All-Night Tickling Cough - definitely not good. The sleepless nights have added a sepulchral shade of blue to the hollows beneath my brown eyes, nicely set off by their reddened rims - which matches the red of my poor chafed nose. For at least a week, I have looked, as my gran would have put it, like the wreck of the Hesperus.

** I wear makeup during working hours a few times a year. This particular mum has likely never seen me in the stuff.