I have a mancold. I think it is lethal. Women know nothing about sickness or pain because they never suffer from a mancold. Will one of you write a nice obituary for me please? I have no one to blame. Usually I can blame R as he catches one from his work and then gives it to me. Once even Little Jo gave me a cold. I so want to know which mongrel gave me a cold. It must be that Madden bloke, or the government.
I had to call work and tell them I was not fit for duty tomorrow. That just looks so bad on your last day of work before a week off. I care not. Fortunately a nice management person was at the end of the phone. He hoped I would be well soon. He gets extra points for pretending to care.
R has made a lasgne for tomorrow night when Sister, Bone Doctor and Little Jo will visit. They are moving tomorrow, never to shadow Murrumbeena again. They will rent their flat out because they find the two bedroom flat too small for their lives. If I was an unkind brother, I would suggest that they should not have filled it with so much crap. Bone Doctor has an appointment on the Bellarine Peninsula/Peninsular (I forget which) and so they will be there for a year, but in two different places. I would have thought being a Doctor's wife would be stable, but clearly not. Little Jo was born in Geelong, lived in Murrumbeena, Wangaratta, Bendigo, Murrumbeena again and now on an extremity of the Bellarine Peninsular and then another move mid year, all before she is three.
They will stay here one night a fortnight when Bone Doctor has some further doctor education to do and then stay one night at Mother's.
Late Step Father's family comes from down Geelong way and Mother was invited to her step daughter's fiftieth birthday. Many were prepared to make an effort to get her there, but she said no and commanded Sister to go to represent the family. Sister begrudgingly said yes and I told her she was silly for agreeing. Lucky Sister. There is a welcome dinner for Bone Doctor now, and so they have to attend and can't go to Step Father's daughter's birthday.
Now, R gets home tomorrow at 4pm. If you don't see another post from me before then, I am probably dead from mancold. Please alert authorities.