Tuesday December 16, 2008
Graham stayed home today so’s he could fix extra shelving in the pantry cupboard. I hopped on out to Tesco’s at Neath Abbey for a couple of bits, including tissues. We’re still both of us getting through a mountain of tissues every night and after each excursion.
“You don’t think it’s that we’ve caught another dose on top of the first one, do you?” I asked, in some distress as the goo threatened to come out of my ears.
“No. Might seem like that but it’s just the same one, coming back for another go. We’ll both of us be fine again tomorrow, wait and see.”
Don’t you just hate being caught out by the old ‘wise head on young shoulders’ effect? And here’s me, always ready to trot out the “don’t let the little blighters generation-gap you” line.
Hey ho. Again.
It’s been a good day all in all, though, and I’ve nothing to complain about. Not really.
