As you may have noticed – and if you didn’t, leave me a compliment to make up for it – and if you do that, I’ll know you really don’t pay attention – I haven’t blogged for two days (jokes don’t count). I’ve been sick.
The last time I spent more than one day in bed, another person came out of me (Spud: Let’s hope THAT doesn’t happen). His nasty germ transmitted itself to me because, when Spud got sick, he told his father he must stay away; but that I had to look after him (Spud). Being a mother, I did; and he repaid the love by infecting me.
How he wishes he hadn’t.
According to the Hub, I am a terrible sick person. I am grouchy and mean and pathetic. ‘Imagine your mood if you were permanently hungry,’ is how he put it.
Don’t make me hungry; you wouldn’t like me when I’m hungry.
The Hub has now started with the same symptoms, so Spud ignoring him for days obviously didn’t work. The Hub’s M.E. always aggravates whatever he gets so that he gets it worse than the rest of us put together.
Day One: The Hub reckons he feels so bad, he could be in a Findus pie.