The worst of the worst

This week has been it.

Ukraine has broken our hearts—while inspiring us with the kind of bravery and leadership that makes us weep.

At a rather less lesser geopolitical scale (!), I’ve had an infected parotid gland (more painful & revolting than it sounds) and have spent the week in bed, mostly chucking up antibiotics and Tramadol. Apologies to anyone I have cancelled or not responded to.

Even my parents don’t want to see me on film in this state, so instead Adam has made us a tiny, cheerful edit of the best convalescence dog, crashing into the camera.

I’m definitely on the mend now, so will see you next Friday.

Christine