I've had a bad cold for the past two days. I know, a cold is nothing much but it's miserable while you have it and I didn't feel up to logging-on to the tarot line.
Bonnie dissaproved.
"What's the problem? It's not as if you have to get out of bed to read your Tarot cards."
"Felt too sick and poorly."
Which I did.
She played the Mother card, as they all bloody do. Some writer I read once, forgotten who, said that Mothers are Senior Officers, the rest of us are other ranks....
"When you have a child to look after, you just take Paracetomal and carry on."
Lillie was much more sympathetic when she rang me.
"Mo, you sound terrible. Of course, you can't work. Get some sleep."
Cut no ice with Bonnie.
"Lillie's as daft as you. It's obvious she's never had kids either."
I didn't even bother to mention that my head cold was possibly clogging-up my aura thus rendering psychic work impossible.