I am so thankful that our last adventure was a bit of a good one.
From the very moment we got home and discovered more pesky chicken pox life has been not quite so much fun.
Spots appearing before our very eyes, first child two, then number three and then number four…(but she only has three children?!)
Yep Mr Muddy has also fallen victim to the poxy pox.
Our Easter plans all cancelled, no fun to be had here.
Our week a whirl of medicine giving, catering to every whim, running porridge baths (yes really!) and boredom busting – netflix I love you!
For a lover of being outdoors this quarantine is tough, even more so as the first chicken pox victim is now fully recovered and keep to get back out there. We are climbing the walls.
However we’ve found a sanity saving strategy, whilst the family doze we’ve taken to dashing out for aptly named caches and dashes. Who’d have thought driving to a local lay-by to find a rather dull magnetic cache could be so exciting?
Fingers crossed I have super immunity *chucks more green stuff in the nutribullet*, trust me if I get this, the whole world is going to know about it!
Get well soon Mr Muddy x 😷