Petra has been home sick today. Her head hurts, her nose is running, and she feels crappy and fit for nothing more than lounging around listening to or watching The Wombles. Going to sleep when you’re in the throes of viral decay is not always easy and so it proved tonight. She’s thrashing around in her room, feeling thoroughly sorry for herself. Her summary of the situation:
My feet are cold. I’m wet. Life is no good.
She’s a wee bit of a drama queen is our Petra.