I have been laid low enough by this cold that actually moving is an effort, it makes me cough, it makes me dizzy and, as I ache all over, it makes me bloody miserable. So I’ve been negligent in my household duties. Trouble is Duke has no concept taht if I’m ill he’d better bloody do something instead. So, today, feeling marginally better I venture into the kitchen to find everywhere heaped with dirty pots, to that point taht I couldn’t open teh dishwasher because of the stuff in front of it.
it it really unreasonable to expect a grown man to figure out taht I may just need a bit of help here?
