Oh no, darlings.
Our last few days in NYC.
And we get sick.
Even our eyeballs hurt.
Send kind thoughts.
Apparently it’s going around.
Which is dreadfully upsetting.
Sort of a common sort of a Flu?
Whatever would the Mitfords say?
Sleep. Hot baths. Tea. And a novel read to one by Nanny.
Thank goodNess for British radio via the interweb, then.
Update: so Moved by all your comments both here and on instagram darlings!
Feeling a little less gloomy now.
Isn’t the interweb delicious?