I was rather dreadfully sick in the latter half of last week, and whilst I was lying there in my bed, surrounded by a miniature mountain range of used tissues and sounding like a dying zombie, I was thinking of three things:
  1. Poor Roma have to do 4 blog days in a row because Andrea is away on holiday in the sunshine, and I'm away in awful-land because of some horrible cold/flu/something that my sister brought back from her London trip
  2. I could really do with a hamper gift right now, especially one with biscuits
  3. I could audition for a zombie role in a movie and could probably win by a landslide with how I'm sounding
There was unfortunately nothing I could do with number 1 because I'm pretty sure me coming into the office and spreading my sickly germs around would NOT be appreciated by anybody; and number 3 would include me having to actually drag my sick self somewhere so that was a no go.And number 2 never happened no matter how much I wanted it. So much that I think I'd put it on my list of requirements when looking for my future other half - MUST bring me food when sick, ideally with tea; OPTIONAL must bring me food, period, doesn't even have to be when I'm sick.Just like Paul does to Deborah here with his surprise gift for her in the form of a Great Taste Award Chrome Duo.
"Thinking of you today and got paid, so I thought you deserve a nice little glass of wine and cheese and cracker on your day off. Paul xxx"
Where can I find somebody like this? I don't drink wine, so can it be arranged for the wine to be substituted with tea and chocolates of the equivalent value?