Man Flu

me.....ever the cheerful and sweet natured nurse! yeah right!

Chris has the flu.
He has been confined to bed with William and George
and I am on full nursing duties.
Despite his high temperature and rigors, he has  managed  to eat a whole bowl of Moroccan soup, a plate of Chinese sesame prawn toast and has watched most of his Christmas pressie dvd box set of the tv series  Foyle's War....so I am hoping he may be pulling back from the brink just a tad!
The day is grey, windy and wet. The thaw has arrived and I am waiting for the field to become waterlogged once again. Leaving Chris to sleep, I took the dogs onto the beach for a run, Constance now enjoys her walks with the other dogs and I took the chance to walk her publicly today even though she is in season.
The beach was deserted when I got there but within a minute of letting the dogs free.a large, testosterone filled sheepdog suddenly appeared over the sand dunes and made a beeline for Constance, who wagged her back end into his face  like a provocative  and sluttier Jessica Rabbit.

Constance and Meg keep me company whilst Chris battles with flu 

Funnily enough it was George who broke up this potential disastrous sexual liaison, and he chased off the huge sheepdog baying like a miniature banshee!
The dog's owner, a mousy middle aged lady, then started to shout at me, demanding that I stop George from being aggressive !
I laughed and  pointed at him "He's only 9  inches soddin high!!!" I said...."what  bloody harm can he do?"
Hummm, I had to eat my words slightly as the sheepdog yelped past with George clamped firmly to his tail........I am not too good at apologising
Owners and their dogs eh?
Right....I am off to make the invalid a cup of tea ( he told me that his breakfast tea was not stirred properly)....then its more spaghetti for the birds......despite the thaw....winter is still with us...and I am starting to feel a bit snuffly