The people who live in this house with me have coughed, and spluttered, and sniffed their germs with abandon throughout this holiday. Now they are up and running and happy and have left me behind in their wake of illness.
I have now pulled every muscle in my abdomen through coughing and am feeling thoroughly sorry for myself.
And, to top it all, P won’t give up working so we can live our lives together without him having to leave the house every day. He says it’s something to do with having to pay the bills, but I’m not sure I believe him.
I think it’s possible that he just doesn’t want my germs, and there I was thinking we would share everything through this journey called marriage.
Well blow everyone. I will be sick, here, alone, with only Sid, my trusty computer, to keep me company, and work on my plan for world domination.
That will teach them.
I’m not too sick to go into the studio you understand. Just too sick to do housework, or anything like that.
Housework is not good for my health anyway, so I wouldn’t want to make myself worse.
So I will leave you with something I am working on.
A little something that Felicity Windthrop has been arranging in her floral studio for the upcoming banquet to celebrate Queen Significanta’s fortieth year on the throne.
The pot was made especially for the occasion by Charlie Smithfield. Charlie has been making what some might consider to be ‘rather outlandish’ pottery for close on fifty years now in his small studio just outside the city walls, and has recently been knighted for his consistent contribution to the advancement of the arts.
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Are you really sick? How can you be sick and still have such a sense of humor? I hope you feel perfect again soon!
O.K. maybe I’m only mostly sick! Perhaps a little sick. Almost, maybe 😉 Cough.
Thanks for making me laugh!