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Manflu...

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I have it!

I know, I know, it's supposed to only carry on the Y chromosome, but I just don't know how else to describe this thing... It's a sort of scratchy through thing, and a slightly headachy thing, but what makes it definitely manflu is the symptom of being rendered utterly useless!

I have things to do, damn it!

I have a house that seriously needs sorting! Oh yes, it looked neat enough on the photos from yesterday, but that was all just smoke and mirrors and completely avoiding photographing most of the kitchen, the kids rooms, the bathroom, the laundry... Argh, the laundry!

And I have a fridge to wash out and photograph and list on Gumtree, and a washing machine, too... And the weeds growing in the cracks of the patio out back are now up to my armpit - or rather they would be if they hadn't collapsed under the weight of their own legginess (legginess is totally a word!)...

But the thought doing anything makes me want to cry because I have this slightly sore throat and this slightly hurty head and I think I might have a temperature... Well, it felt like I did when I put my hand up to my forehead after scraping ice out of the freezer just before...

Now if only I had a pair of testicles of my own so I could carry them off to bed, because we all know that manflu necessitates the greatest coddling of the old ball sack - isn't that right? Isn't that why men choof off to bed at the first sign of a scratchy throat and a headache???

Counting down the hours - because I'm sure it's only a matter of hours now - until the symptom of uselessness passes along with this annoying scratchy throat and hurty head. At least I hope it's only hours because the house won't clean itself (already tested that theory and almost had to call in the SES to rescue me from under the detritus that accumulated after only 24 hours!) and sadly the fridge and washer won't sell themselves either...

Comments

Ýr said…
Ooooh! Poor baba! I wish I lived closer and just 'pop'over and help!

Some day soon, I promish!

I feel quite the 'Kraku-mamma' when you are crook and in need of TLS, and some fried 'Cheese-bread and Coke', Amma-style! :/
Sif Dal said…
Yeah, that'll be good! I felt a little lost after you guys left, I don't think Lester even got a cup of tea! (I started to make it but there just wasn't time)... Next time we'll have to have time for a chat without the stress of driving lessons and furniture moving! xx

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