tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232964598879818194.post564560306564075276..comments2023-12-10T23:55:56.990-08:00Comments on impressions of an expat: a virusMarco Northhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14743362297094244898noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232964598879818194.post-65698478467533035322014-05-08T22:08:40.426-07:002014-05-08T22:08:40.426-07:00Is that your house? The yellow. I love the photo v...Is that your house? The yellow. I love the photo very much!<br />I do not miss those days of colds and flu but I remember they always get well again.Rubye Jackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02511953177053448513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3232964598879818194.post-28912011821914586162014-04-28T09:54:59.023-07:002014-04-28T09:54:59.023-07:00I remember those years too. The thermometer, the ...I remember those years too. The thermometer, the hot water bottle, soup and tea and cough drops. The leaning over the bed 3 or 4 times in the night to make sure she was breathing right. The worry and exhaustion. <br /><br />And then the deep sigh of relieve when she sits up and cracks a joke and wants more toast. What a wonderful love it is.livhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00091094639074377780noreply@blogger.com