Not only are men appalling patients, but they really don't make very good nurses either. I have had a nasty chest infection for a while now, you know how it is - coughing up unspeakable chunks of lung, fighting for each ragged breath - & all the Husband has managed in the way of concern is to make me the odd lemsip & compare me to Darth Vader...
Oldest Son was tempted back into the happy family fold at tea time yesterday. Having managed to ignore us all for the preceding 24 hours he suddenly apologised for any misdemeanour ever committed that may have caused any offence however slight, he happily claimed ownership of a foul temper & sullen attitude, & promised to keep his room tidy forever by way of repentence. OK, the last bit is a teeny-weeny exaggeration, but oh the power of chocolate & sultana biscuit cake!
Oldest Son was tempted back into the happy family fold at tea time yesterday. Having managed to ignore us all for the preceding 24 hours he suddenly apologised for any misdemeanour ever committed that may have caused any offence however slight, he happily claimed ownership of a foul temper & sullen attitude, & promised to keep his room tidy forever by way of repentence. OK, the last bit is a teeny-weeny exaggeration, but oh the power of chocolate & sultana biscuit cake!
The Husband had a rare night off from work, & so after a dinner of spinach, pea & bacon soup scooped up with wedges of cheese on toast, we settled down to watch 'Back on Jimmy's Farm'. One cannot help but be struck by the great compassion with which he & his team farm. His animals range freely & seem blissfully happy. Can you tell when a pig is smiling? Jim's favourite old boar, a fat lazy thing named Blaze, dropped dead of a heart-attack brought about by gluttony & too much sexual excitement. Bless him! What a way to go... He would have made excellent sausages.
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