Friday, May 03, 2013

The sound of gypsy violins in a tin of Ovaltine

My turn to be full of a cold. A tear-stained, snot-ridden idiot.

The Small Object of Desire gets home from work.

"How do you feel?"
"How do I look?"
"A bit grim."
"You're supposed to talk me up, make me feel better.
"You look fucking awful."

6 comments:

Gadjo Dilo said...

It's reverse psychology she's using there.

libby said...

Same as our house then....only my chest hurts now. I am not sporting a very attractive look at the moment and I must be drugged up because it occured to me that I got my cold when I started your meme thing....some witchery jiggery pokery stuff going on through the ether there....oh I need more tissues......

dinahmow said...

So...what have you got ? Man Flu?

Kevin Musgrove said...

No , she's just brutal. Except with cats. When she decides the cat's unwell she goes into full Florence Nightingale. Much to the disgust of the cat.

Kevin Musgrove said...

You have my sympathy. This things been lurking in the background for about two weeks and has finally broken in time for bank holiday weekend.

Kevin Musgrove said...

I don't know what it is but it's annoyed the hell out of me