December 31st, 2009

Job's comforters

Tony - poliphilo  - has spent the last 18 hours or so in bed with an upset stomach - you know what I mean by that, I'm sure.  I've been wondering if it was something he'd eaten (we don't always eat the same thing).  I spoke to my mum and Carl on the phone, and they both told me not to worry about it, it's only a bug that's been going around.

Once you're told that you know that unless you're very lucky you're up for the same thing.  Here I sat this morning, worried about Tony, hoping he'd soon be better.  Now - although I still feel fine - I'm waiting and dreading, and dreading and waiting. 

Perhaps it'll miss me out...