I have been mightily indisposed this week. A touch of man-flu, only it's woman-flu.
I am usually your regular woman, fairly fit and able to go about my daily business just fine, which usually includes a three mile walk with spouse along the prom and the beach.
But when the common cold comes calling, I admit it, I am just a teensy-weensy bit of a wuss. I hate not being on top doh health-wise and being stopped from daily walking. What is it about an ordinary cold that knocks you off your feet? I've had chest infections and fevers that have not felt as bad.
But, I am digressing oh, so much. what I really set out to do in this blog is to praise my spouse. Yep, you heard that one right. a bit of praise where praise is due.
I have been ministered to like I have a resident domestic angel. Hot drinks, cold drinks, food; kept warm at an ambient temperature at all times, (without him weeping over the heating bills) and offered love and sympathy in the midst of my unlovely Rudolph nose and streaming eyes.
Truly a real Superhero, selflessly caring for his damsel in distress. I'll never say a bad word about him again, (and even I don't believe that) but a gal can try.
So, Mr Superhero, thank you for all your loving care and if you catch the cold from me, I'll be there - with a hot toddy to end all hot toddies, (pass the chilli flakes) and believe me, your cold will disappear overnight.
Hey, maybe I should lodge the patent for that> Haven't scientists been looking for a cure for the common cold for years? They should ask me for the recipe.