My darling mum's all bunged up with nasty bronchitis.
She feels about as fresh as week-old sushi, and isn't even at work, and to get mum to stay home from work usually takes an apocalyptic plague of vermin, or at least a biblical-proportions flood.
Plus, she had a bit of a bungle in her automumbile last week and her naughty daughter didn't even KNOW cause she didn't call till today, denoting her to Third Favourite Offspring this month on the Family Adoration whiteboard.*
I'm going to post a pic of Gerdi being cheeky now, and if you want to wish her better, please post a comment that somehow incorporates the word 'banana', because as well all know, laughter is the best medicine, even though cough syrup definitely sometimes helps, too.
*May or may not exist.