Buffy (who has gorgeous new highlighty hair; see her blog for pics) has been sickly since Friday so I've been nursing her. This involves:
1) Pouring glass after glass of Lucozade.
2) Doing all the housework.
3) Not minding when she sits beside me on the sofa wrapped head-to-toe in her sleeping bag.
4) Feeling her forehead every few hours and saying, "There there."
5) Going to the shops and fetching nice things like Pick Me Up (who haven't published our poem yet), salted popcorn, make-your-own-mobile-buddy bead kits and the aforementioned fizzy glucose drink.
Some things I've done that probably wouldn't be recommended by Florence Nightingale:
1) Making her watch Alien and Saw II on DVD.
2) Suggesting that sex might make her feel better.
3) Getting grumpy when she disagreed with 2).
Okay, I made those last two up for comedy value. I am actually very understanding and lovely. As long as she's better by tomorrow... ;)
All the things that I said I was going to write about during the dark days of our No Internet period have been covered by Buffy on her blog, far more entertainingly than I would have done it.
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