I’ve had the most delightful day slouching around the house with only the dogs for company.
Sifted through countless emails single-handedly, blogged a bit and took a few phone calls.
At seven o’clock I realised I’d better get ready for tonight’s meeting, so sat down to apply my warpaint. A face full of red blotches stared back at me. I lifted my shirt – more blotches. Ditto back and legs.
Upon returning home, instead of the required sympathy, I was greeted with, “You’re sleeping in the spare room tonight. That body is not sleeping in the same bed as me.”
Dusty Muffin 