Not a good day

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 To put it briefly: I was not at the exhibition. I stayed in bed mostly, save for the two hours when my friend, who would have accompanied me to town, came over for coffee and cake. She had both, I had coffee only. Last night had been a wild one, I doing tours to the loo twice every hour. Hubby let me be. He knows that I can get quite pissed off when sick. He finished the screen, did cycle to the grocery shop then made lunch. With peppers. And I ate a bit. Soon the tour de loo started anew. My bad, I could have skipped lunch. After my friend had left I made me a toast and went back to bed. I'm still intent on getting up tomorrow at seven and accompany hubby to pick Flavius up, bring him to his swimming lesson then do grocery shopping across the border. Exhibition will have to wait until Wednesday. Then my friend will fly to Mallorca for a sailing regatta, and I will wallow in self-pity, because I refused to join her the week after. But I won't leave hubby alone with the boys, and DiL has already announced that she will need our help at exactly the time I would have been away. So, welcome to our current family life...