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I'm still up my my elbows in mounds of used tissues, but apart from a frightening-even-to-me coughing bout this morning on Linnea's part we are pretty much on the way up out of this particular sludge-green swamp. Both children brushed their hair and teeth today and ate all the meals provided - actual food, not bouillon they felt too feeble to finish - and although they are fairly quiet and inclined to watch telly a bit more than usual, they are not cranky or awkward. I think going out yesterday was a good idea as far as they are concerned but I don't think they're up to going out again tomorrow.

I might even allow Linnea to go to Girls' Brigade. Then I will have even more exciting questions about Jesus to answer. So far we're doing ok with "some people believe," so that's ok, though we had issues with his parents and marriage and things. Thank goodness she has Busy Bodies, a book provided by an Irish government agency which would have been confiscated had I brought it to school aged 10-14 myself.

Linnea's need for solitude is astonishing to me, as is her confidence and outgoing thingywossname in groups of children.