Well, it's cold season again. No-one suffers more from the common cold than men (or at least it appears that way). When we women are sick we must soldier on looking after the kids, working, and keeping things flowing nicely. When men have a cold they let EVERYONE know about it and expect us to drop everything to care for them. Here's a fantastic comedy sketch from the clever Man Stroke Woman show (on the Australian ABC/British BBC), demonstrating my point.  Very funny.

It is like Freddy Kreuger starring in a Greek Tragedy crossed with a train wreck: excruciating to watch. Judging by the noises Andrew makes, it is excruciating to experience too. I feed him snacks to keep his strength up and bustle around making him cups of hot port, Lemsip, and tea.

He says things like, ‘Close the door on your way out’, when I’m nowhere near a door (don’t ask me what that means; the joke was too obscure even for me.)

This morning I offered to make him some porridge.

“With some raisins mixed into it?” he asked, liberally punctuated by a long sniff.

“Sure, no problem.”

“Are there any raisins left?” he asked. The way he said it was unbearably pathetic. In case you missed it, here’s the subtext: ‘If there are no RAISINS, it will possibly be more than I can humanly ENDURE, and I will seriously consider jumping off, well, something really very high, and don’t doubt for a moment that I wouldn't totally go and do it if I had the energy or could think of something really very high.’

Thank christ there were raisins.

I hope he feels better soon. My subtext is: I hate seeing my man so miserable

AdiOSs les touristes!

                                               -YanKEe

AdIOSs les touristes!

                                               -YanKEe

Now we know this isn't anything simple like, oh say child birth. Every man out there knows the pain I speak of when I mention man flu. Yes my friends, the epidemic sweeping the nation has hit me and knocked me for six. The soar throat has arrived now following on from Thursday's hilarious (for everyone else who works with me) 'too hot too cold' extravaganza. 

I hastily arranged for a rest day to be swapped to yesterday so that I could take the day off and rest, but I forgot to take into account the leaving party for one of my closest friends. I called work at 7am and then was out of it til 12 and I looked at my phone to see I had text after text and the one that scared me the most was from the aforementioned 'closest friend' which just said - "Oi!". So at 7pm I dragged my sorry cough and snot ridden self to a bar, had a few drinks and endured the night. Considering my usual status on nights out, this was very restrained behaviour from myself. Any of my bosses that saw me there will hopefully understand that I had to make an appearance.

The truth is I think yesterday (the bit before the booze) did well for me because today my sickness is less. A day of 'being still like a vegetable' and the same again tomorrow should work the cure before work and the 8 DAY WEEK comes a callin' on Monday!

I hate being ill but I take to it like an old pro. Bed for days, good shit on the DVD and fluids - takeaway pizza counts as fluid because of the tomato sauce that comes on it. I shall have to be careful not to give the Papa John's man too much time with yours truly otherwise he may be infected too and that would be a disaster for all future pizza buyers.

What makes it worse is this weekend was supposed to be mega. Sarah said she was free when I asked at the start of the week, then she suddenly remembered that her brother was leaving the country on Sunday and wanted to spend the day with him. She never actually told me any of that, she told me about the leaving on Sunday part and then let me figure out the part that meant she was cancelling Saturday. It's a shame too, because it has meant no one to pat my head better or make comforting noises in my direction as they nurse me back to health. Oh no, none of that for yours truly.

This is probably the last post of the weekend because the living room is cold and I have a warm bed that I like to stay in at times like this. 

Peace, love and drippy noses! Moulty x

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This show makes me giggle.

You won't be able to view the show's videos from their official BBC site unless you are located in the UK. But of course it seems several folks have taken the time to post the majority of the short vids from their TV series on youtube.

A friend of mine in Australia sent me this clip the other day:

Man Cold