By this time next week it will all be over.
Well, except for the washing up and I will be glad(as always).
Am I ready? That is like asking a condemned man if he will welcome the noose.
I have nothing wrapped and very few things bought.
I am thinking of perhaps using himselfs example and buying nowt and not bothering to wrap it in an interesting or alluring way.
The pair of us have been laid low by chest infections...both of us.
These were gifted to us by Spindles and his sister, Lady Laceholes of lavatory hall.
They brought this bug, bacteria, alien home in their schoolbag.
They left it with us.
I have told them that we are not averse to gifts, but next time please can they be wine, chocolates, flowers or something along those lines. Not pesky germs.
I have tried to carry on as normal, but have made only half a fist of this.(I am not good at giving in to ill health...it seems somehow a bit 'wimpy'.
Himself took to being an invalid like it was his designated career.
He wanted me to minister to him. Make him hot lemon and honey, jugs of steam, cough mixture cocktails.
Not once did he stir his stumps to seek out his own relief. I began to think his arms and legs were merely painted on. Not actual working limbs.
He commented that sympathy and compassion seemed to be in short supply. I told him' go to Asda, see how much a box of it is there'.
He pulled his tongue out at me. It looked like a badly hoovered runner.
So we have not been out and about to see what the stores are offering.
I resorted to buying gift vultures(well, iTunes cards - they don't have any expiry on them).
I hate buying gift vultures, it sends out a couldn't be bothered message.
Anyway in a week it will be gone.
Well, except for the washing up and I will be glad(as always).
Am I ready? That is like asking a condemned man if he will welcome the noose.
I have nothing wrapped and very few things bought.
I am thinking of perhaps using himselfs example and buying nowt and not bothering to wrap it in an interesting or alluring way.
The pair of us have been laid low by chest infections...both of us.
These were gifted to us by Spindles and his sister, Lady Laceholes of lavatory hall.
They brought this bug, bacteria, alien home in their schoolbag.
They left it with us.
I have told them that we are not averse to gifts, but next time please can they be wine, chocolates, flowers or something along those lines. Not pesky germs.
I have tried to carry on as normal, but have made only half a fist of this.(I am not good at giving in to ill health...it seems somehow a bit 'wimpy'.
Himself took to being an invalid like it was his designated career.
He wanted me to minister to him. Make him hot lemon and honey, jugs of steam, cough mixture cocktails.
Not once did he stir his stumps to seek out his own relief. I began to think his arms and legs were merely painted on. Not actual working limbs.
He commented that sympathy and compassion seemed to be in short supply. I told him' go to Asda, see how much a box of it is there'.
He pulled his tongue out at me. It looked like a badly hoovered runner.
So we have not been out and about to see what the stores are offering.
I resorted to buying gift vultures(well, iTunes cards - they don't have any expiry on them).
I hate buying gift vultures, it sends out a couldn't be bothered message.
Anyway in a week it will be gone.
