[sighsnuffle] Kai's brought another virus home with him...
He's home from school today - not really what I would call poorly, but Ken saw a news item on TV, some medical study that indicates that people who struggle into work with colds, 'flu and other assorted bugs not only put their co-workers at risk but are at risk themselves from heart disease in later years. [rolls eyes] That's me due to kick the bucket in about - oh, six years time, then...
[bemused and slightly soppy grin] I wouldn't normally share, but thought this was rather nice...
I had to get into town to the bank yesterday, so shopped while I was there [shudder - Broadmead four weeks before Yule, bleurgh...], and picked up my Yule card for Ken (see left). I usually buy simple, understated cards if I can, and definitely
without naff verses: this one just has four words inside it. It's a little early for exchanging cards, but I thought, since I had it... I left it by the bed so he would find it when he went up at 10 pm (Ken's always needed more sleep than me and the medication leaves him exhausted).
When I went up to bed, at 5 am, I found an envelope on my bedside cabinet - with this inside. Same card manufacturer, same style, almost the same words! He tells me he bought it at least six weeks ago...
... [glowers at Lutra] OK, so I'll admit that that's a
little bit romantic, but it doesn't mean that
I am. Or that Ken is. And I do
not get sniffly over greeting cards.
Ever.
Nor could I ever be described as
cute. But you knew that already...
The search for a Yule pressie for my mother has so far been a dismal failure. Of the two things I'm looking for I've found precisely none, dammit. Luckily we have a cunning Plan C....
Right. Back to the book, before the editor starts shouting for first drafts...
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Joules *Dances with Haddock* Taylor
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