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hnpccSo both Dean and I have come down with the dreaded lurgy. I started coming down on Monday (which probably helped things on Tuesday) and by Friday was doing quite good Marlene Dietrich impersonations (albeit with a lot of coughing and spluttering in between).
(Best comment from workmate: "Go home. You look like a mouse coming out of anesthetic".)
Dean started coming down with it yesterday, probably as a direct consequence of living with me. So now both of us have our own tissue boxes (both with pictures of chilli's on the outside - I find that picture on a box of tissues really funny for some reason) and are deep chesty coughing at each other from different sides of the lounge room. It's all sickness at Club Rennie.
I'll probably be better enough to go to work tomorrow (that and I have no sick leave) but I don't really think Dean will be. (I'm not sure what the postal equivalent of a mouse coming out of anesthetic is, but I'm sure his workmates can find it.)
The problem is we want to do different things now that we're sick. I want to find a cafe in the sun somewhere and huddle and drink hot chocolate. Dean wants to huddle at home. My problem with that is that I then feel obligated to vacuum. We've compromised and are huddling at home and doing the dishes. And drinking Milo cos we've no hot chocolate.
Soccer tonight will be interesting. Maybe I can cough at them and get them to go away. It's certainly an incentive for my team to really keep the ball away from me this time at least!
(Best comment from workmate: "Go home. You look like a mouse coming out of anesthetic".)
Dean started coming down with it yesterday, probably as a direct consequence of living with me. So now both of us have our own tissue boxes (both with pictures of chilli's on the outside - I find that picture on a box of tissues really funny for some reason) and are deep chesty coughing at each other from different sides of the lounge room. It's all sickness at Club Rennie.
I'll probably be better enough to go to work tomorrow (that and I have no sick leave) but I don't really think Dean will be. (I'm not sure what the postal equivalent of a mouse coming out of anesthetic is, but I'm sure his workmates can find it.)
The problem is we want to do different things now that we're sick. I want to find a cafe in the sun somewhere and huddle and drink hot chocolate. Dean wants to huddle at home. My problem with that is that I then feel obligated to vacuum. We've compromised and are huddling at home and doing the dishes. And drinking Milo cos we've no hot chocolate.
Soccer tonight will be interesting. Maybe I can cough at them and get them to go away. It's certainly an incentive for my team to really keep the ball away from me this time at least!
