Cold feet

My feet are freezing. I'm slowly getting over my cold but whenever I get ill my feet have the darndest time staying at a comfortable temperature. So I'm sitting on one and trying to thaw it. That's not really the problem; I can do that subtly because I'm sitting on the other side of the office to the boys and they can't really see. The problem comes when I have to reshuffle and sit on the other foot. I wriggle uncomfortably and Lucas gives me a Look. I get several of these a day, but I'm indignant this time. After all, the boy who is giving me a Look is the same boy who just now stuffed a whole biscuit in his mouth and had to hide behind a bookcase in order to preserve his dignity lest some of it go up his nose. So I ignore his raised eyebrows at my shufflings and offer him a Halls Soother instead. He accepts; he's ill too now. I've given him my dinosaur cold. In a way I feel bad, but good for the cold - it's come this far since the Jurassic era, I wouldn't want it to die with my last sneeze.