It is pretty decent

Nearly everyone at Chez Anglo-America has been struck down with an unpleasant cold. So far I am free from this; despite being in the trenches with these unclean people. The children and Mr. Jenner are congested and sound a bit like the love children of Donald Duck and a Rhino. They all look miserable. My form of suffering comes from my neck/shoulders/back. Miss Biscuit can't really sleep these days because breathing is a trying task and the only way she can sleep involves me holding her. She isn't a giant creature but she isn't a loaf of wonder bread. This constant holding has done a number on me. Thank goodness for hot baths, heating pads and cocoa. I am also booking a massage.

I am going to cook up some chicken stew that will have enough garlic to make a person sweat the stuff for days. It may not be pretty but it does the job. Maybe it will also scare the cold away from coming near me.

Dear Cold,
You don't want to invade me. I'm gonna ruin you if you dare try.
Love, moi

ARGH, trying to pace myself with Downton Abbey. So hard. So difficult. I am so pleased that there will be a second series. I have so many things to say about this show. I need a club to discuss this show with people. We would have biscuits and cocoa and go, "OMG What about that Turk?"

I emailed my family the menu for Thanksgiving. I promise it isn't like Marney's Thanksgiving letter. Pretty much there will be big eating. Everyone contributes something in their own fashion so it makes everything even more fun.