6 days, 5 nights and blank walls.
You may have noticed a decrease in the number of my blog posts.
Last week was strenuous: hospitals are not the funniest places in the world albeit one of the most important.
Spent 5 unexpected nights surrounded by machinery, drips and blank walls.
Our youngest was hit by pneumonia. Badly.
Strangely enough my moleskin was in my bag with pen... it never is.
6 days later, we are home safe and sound, jumping for joy (olympic jumps) the wee one is singing and laughing loudly (castafiore caliber).
Life is good again.
To all of you, where ever you are, have a "fan-da-bee-dosy" week-end.