I can’t quite believe I’m about to type this, but Finley has been diagnosed with mumps (yes indeed: the disease that died out with effective innoculation and the plague)  again this morning… How in the name of all that is scrumptious is it even possible??

Do forgive me if things get a bit erratic around here while I administer tender loving care and Calpol. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: there is no rest for the wicked and sadly I am as wicked as they come.