Tonsillitis

Young Jamax was off school with a serious bout of tonsillitis just before the enf of term and it took him some time to get over it despite a whole course of penicillin - I now know what he suffered as he has kindly passed it to me and it is horrid.  I have rarely visited the doctor in my life and have only just discovered the reason why - I  always want to see the doc just before a major holiday when it is impossible so I have soldiered on being a martyr as I have just to much to do to be ill.  I can hear violins in the background.    Jamax is packing bags at Sainsburys tomorrow along with the rest of his rugby team;  hope nobody comes to him with, say eggs and a bag of potatoes because despite being highly trained by his grandmother this week I am sure the spuds will end up on top of the eggs!   Miss Hickett is still searching for a dress to wear for her Confirmation on Easter Day so we're off to comb the shops again tomorrow until I collapse for want of caffine and a chair.  I read once that
'a wish is a desire without energy' - I'll settle for that tomorrow then.