I’m still feeling shit with my sinus infection. Isaac is full of Facial Orifice Fluid.
I have no energy to do anything constructive, in light of the above, and the somewhat lovely but sad wedding I have tomorrow.
Me: Would you like fish and chips for tea?
Isaac: Fish and chips?
I: From the chip shop?
I: Yes, then we can see the moon.
CG: …er…the moon?
I: Yes, at night.
CG: What – see the moon at the fish and chip shop?
I: Yes, and I need my hair cut.
CG: Umm…I cut your hair yesterday…
I: Yes. Fish and chips then.
So from what I can gather, we are also delirious. So that’s good.