A cure for Man Flu

Last night while we were sleeping something crept in and infected our flat. Man flu. Now I’m no expert on this but from what the boy has told me man flu is a million times worse that normal flu. According to my boy it’s even worse than having swine flu (not that he’s exaggerating or anything). So we wake up this morning and he’s feeling beyond sorry for himself. He is apparently SO poorly tat he cant walk the 20 feet from the bedroom to the kitchen to get some Flu tablets . I have to climb out of my lovely warm bed and do a mad dash into the freezing kitchen, we left a window open last night and it is now arctic cold in the flat. I return with 2 tablets and a glass of water and discover that he has somehow managed to wrap the entire king-size duvet around himself.

I’d best get up then.

So I potter into the kitchen and root around for some bread to make toast. I check it carefully because the last time I just put it in the toaster I ended up eating more mould than bread. No it is definitely out of date. I’ll have to settle for a banana then. I go through to ‘the office’ (our rather cramped spare bedroom) and log on to check my emails and do a bit of work that I didn’t get finished last night. 20 minutes later I’m all done and go into to the living room.

A miracle has occurred!

The boy is sat on the sofa in his boxers playing on the Playstation3, now there will be thousands of girlfriends out there who hate the Playstation because basically you become a console widow, especially if there’s a new game just been released. However, I cannot complain because I was the one who bought the thing.

Apparently he feels ok when he’s on the Playstation, so I leave him there and go have a shower. Now I am a girl and I am quite vain thus I spent a lot of time in said bathroom. 45 minutes later I come out of the bathroom and he’s still on the bloody thing.

I manage to force him into the shower but only when I threaten pulling the Playstation plug out of the wall. He’s not a happy bunny. He returns from he shower all nice and fresh and promptly sits back down on the sofa and starts playing again.

I really can’t win here.

By the time he leaves for work the man flu had completely vanished. Surprise, surprise! I can finally get on with my work without having to listen to things been blown up next door. Bliss.

You can’t live with them but you really could live without them sometimes!