Look, Dear. Anne is feeling a little down these days. She has a cold, a really nasty cold. Oh no, Dear. Those third-grade runny-nosed guttersnipes have gotten to her again. Dear, me. If I was as sick as her on Monday, I would have just packed it in and called in sick for the day, but not her. The same for today. Yes, Dear. It pained me to see her suffer so, but she seems to be feeling a little better now. I hope that she recovers soon. Um-um-um yes, Dear.