I was in bed early last night to spend time with my lovely wife, but all she did was moan that I didn't want to watch True Blood with her. And if that isn't love...
I woke up just after 7am, before Penny, showered and traipsed to work in the blissful cold autumnal air and arrived, feeling like shit, a little after 8am. I then commenced my working day consuming cold and flu drugs as and when I needed them. At some point during the day Melissa sent me a photo of Penny and her black eye. As a man (loosest definition of the word) I've never had a black eye as impressive.
Ellen gave me and my illness a lift home at 4pm and I moped about feeling sorry for myself, waiting for Melissa and Penny to come home. When they did Penny was being grumpy due to tiredness and hunger. I fed her as best as I could while Melissa fed herself, then she took Penny up for a bath and I ingested an (the) ASDA "scorching hot vindaloo". It was hot. So hot. I'm not looking forward to tomorrows bowel movement. Even Melissa thought it was hot. And that's saying something.
I'm aiming for some Black Ops tonight. Penny's asleep and Melissa's watching Twilight. Eugh.
See you tomorrow.
