A week! A whole sodding week since I last blogged. And I made a promise to try harder...

But then again, I do have a defence. It's not a good thing when you're up the duff and the man get's ill. In all fairness and in Girlpants defence, he's been trying to get the house ready whilst also trying to work on his real job full time and it's all been too much. And as such with life, somethhing had to give and he fell ill. Man Flu. Again.

Whilst usually I can deal with this, my rather protruding belly means that baby bump takes all the goodness whilst I have to suffer any consequences. So after tending to Girlpants for the last week, I fell ill to the dreaded man flu, which automatically developed into something far far worse.

Girl flu.

Gents - this is when illness really kicks in. Usually your mum used to help you with the sniffles, served up soup and placed a cool flannel over your forehead, all the while she would be fighting off the germs herself. But then when you have something taking the vitamins and all things nice from your body, there's no chance of that. It's not just a sniffle that you can ham up, but a full blown, weak as a two day old pup virus that overwhelms your entire being. And then all of a sudden, Girlpants realised that whilst I had been sympathetic, on Thursday afternoon it became all too clear that it was now his turn and he now had to look after me.

Right after I made supper.

I sense that some understandings need to be fleshed out...