Poor Robin is feeling poorly. With a sore red nose, watery eyes, a raised temperature and a head ache, he seems to have caught a dose of Man Flu from our friend Geoff, who got sick on our week away in the caravan. In fact, Robin felt so poorly last night that he declined a neighbourly invitation out to dinner. It was probably just as well that he stayed home and kept his germs to himself. He hasn’t been sleeping well at all, poor dear. But after a “grand-dad nap” in the afternoon, he felt bright enough to sit in front of the telly and watch a game of rugby. I had to go out to the dinner invitation – after all, I was supplying the dessert. But I did come home early to see how he was managing without me. Not too bad, he said through his stuffed nose, and yes, he would be able to eat some of that dessert now, thanks.
Katherine and Dot came calling for a quick visit this morning to see how the patient was progressing. Muffy was pleased to see our visitors and settled down on Katherine’s lap for a cuddle.
Katherine with Muffy
I must admit that he seems a little better than the last couple of days. Let’s just hope that the Man Flu is not a trans gender disease and jumps over to me!
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