Wicked ninnies

Ian McEwan's Saturday rules, there's too much sugar in my tea, and I think I might be getting laryngitis. My mother's had it for days and now sounds like an angry, old Italian man. If I got it, I would have it for the weekend with my cousin and her husband, on Saturna. I'd still go, but I'd sound like death. That would be so neat. Here's hoping, kids!