I have croup! Who’d have thunk it!?
Well, it’s called Laryngotracheobronchitis which is a lot harder to say than croup. And also much less of a crowd pleaser. “CROUP? What are you? Three years old?”
But tomorrow I am 36 (which is a lovely number divisible very nicely by three) and it will be a full moon, and Good Friday AND the wonderful Autumn Equinox (or maybe that’s today). So there’s lots to celebrate in the McCluskey Robertson household, croup or no croup. Happy Equinox / Easter / Mabon / Harvest Moon (Storm Moon for those in the North) gentle readers!
* Beautiful image by Tove Jansson. Found at Mikes (happy birthday almost twinny).