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I'm taking a rare (for me) sick day today. There is simply no way I can serve food with a dripping nose. I confess that the idea of six (well, five now) hours home alone has a certain appeal. D, of course, couldn't resist mentioning a number of things I could do to get the house ready for tomorrow - the estate agent is coming to take photos to put online. Ha. I did manage to do some painting last night while he was off at rehearsal, if only because I knew I'd get stuck doing it today and preferred to get it out of the way.
D is being really nice with regard to me being out of it right now - but we did have a moment (or ten) this morning where everything was my fault. He couldn't find J's helmet and somehow this was my problem, despite the fact that he picks up on Thursdays and I haven't taken J out on the bike since. He claims to have gotten J in the car last week, but still - why is this my fault?
D is being really nice with regard to me being out of it right now - but we did have a moment (or ten) this morning where everything was my fault. He couldn't find J's helmet and somehow this was my problem, despite the fact that he picks up on Thursdays and I haven't taken J out on the bike since. He claims to have gotten J in the car last week, but still - why is this my fault?