All three members of this household are afflicted with some form of creeping crud. Coughs, sneezes, and phlegmy moans are all about. Newton is unaffected, but he is useless to wait on us. I feel much better today, but am still a bit whiny. Perhaps I'll venture back into Yorkshire via Downton Abbey. But first, I shall brush my teeth and put on some daytime clothing. And all without the assistance of a lady's maid. Though having one today would be lovely.
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