Poor hub is not feeling well. He was sick this morning and dodn't get out of bed till mid-afternoon.
I got up late myself, but did not feel like eating so instead I cleaned the house - not my favourite job, but it kept me occupied.
When he did get up, hubs only wanted a cup of tea. He made me a "cafe con leche" which has become my morning drink since we went on holiday.
I tidied the bedroom, stripped the bed, hoovered.... Why are vacuum cleaners so cumbersome, and so ill-designed for doing the stairs?
Eventually I dressed and went out to Creswell Co-op, which being small, is open till ten on Sunday. I bought hub some crumpets and a bottle of Laphroaig in the hope he might fancy something.
Back at home, all he wanted was a hot chocolate. He did not want anything to eat. So now feeling a little hungry I cooked some pasta and ate it with a mushroom and mustard sauce.
I sat at the table and ate it by candlelight, and though it was delicious, somehow could not stomach it.
Hubs has gone off back to bed and I'm writing this.
I got up late myself, but did not feel like eating so instead I cleaned the house - not my favourite job, but it kept me occupied.
When he did get up, hubs only wanted a cup of tea. He made me a "cafe con leche" which has become my morning drink since we went on holiday.
I tidied the bedroom, stripped the bed, hoovered.... Why are vacuum cleaners so cumbersome, and so ill-designed for doing the stairs?
Eventually I dressed and went out to Creswell Co-op, which being small, is open till ten on Sunday. I bought hub some crumpets and a bottle of Laphroaig in the hope he might fancy something.
Back at home, all he wanted was a hot chocolate. He did not want anything to eat. So now feeling a little hungry I cooked some pasta and ate it with a mushroom and mustard sauce.
I sat at the table and ate it by candlelight, and though it was delicious, somehow could not stomach it.
Hubs has gone off back to bed and I'm writing this.
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