I feel so poorly.

Couldn’t even make myself go to church this morning.

Ian has done everything with the kids. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Taken them out to fly kites.

I have only left the bedroom to go to the toilet.

Katie has been the sweetest creature ever. All she knows is that I’m feeling poorly, but she brought me all her hedgehogs to keep me company while they went out, then came home, got her doctor’s kit out, checked me over, decided I was cold and needed a blanket, told Ian to bring me a drink.

She is adorable but it’s really not good that my four-year-old is acting as my carer.

Tomorrow I have to start a new week, a week of work and other important stuff.

I don’t actually know how I’m even going to get out of bed.