Deirdre Geraghty

I woke up on Monday with a very sore throat which by Tuesday had developed into a cold. My son challenged me to wrap his Xmas presents as I had said I had meant to do it in case he visited which he is unable to do very often. There was a knock at the door and there he was. He had brought me a bag with lots of soups and mandarin oranges and olbas inhaler thing and, as he had driven in his new (secondhand) car he would take me to Tesco to buy a new tablet called hudl 2 and I have been trying ever since to remember what he showed me to do with it. Ugh!