|“Let us out! It’s stinky in here!”|
|“Come on… we promise we’ll be good…. pleeeeeease?”|
Today, however, my cold has enworsened, I’ve lost my voice, and I am barely upright (we don’t have cold medication, so I am having another glass of wine, which was also delivered yesterday morning, thank-you-very-much), so we had takeaway curry, and confirmed what we already thought: “fairly hot” in Ottawa is child’s play compared to “fairly hot” in England. Despite watching both of her parents and both her siblings scream in agony, then chug water and raita after a tiny mouthful, Ailsa decided to slowly chew up a green pepper from her Gosht Kaila. Silly, silly girl. Even before she started, I said, “That will be so hot it will make you cry.” And Chris said, “You’ll literally burn your face off.” Yet, like someone else we know, she decided to find out for herself.
Update: Chris found a capsule of Tylenol Cold PM mixed in with his vitamins, which I have washed down with wine.**
*At the park, not at strollercise! Please!