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Mr FD is away for the weekend visiting relatives and I spent several days before his departure anticipating the pure luxury of sleeping in our queen size bed alone. The thought of sleeping diagonally across the bed if the whim took hold was enough to keep me smiling all day. No fighting over the blankets when the early morning chill arrived.

It hasn’t turned out quiet the way I anticipated. Oh yes, I have a whole queen size bed to myself. What wasn’t part of the plan was relapsing with the respiratory infection that laid me low all holidays. So yes in bed, but not a lot of sleeping taking place, more a cacophony of coughing.

Surely this is someone’s fault? There must be someone I can take revenge upon. Any volunteers? Give a sick woman a reason for living…

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  1. Mr. FD. Everything is because of Mr. FD. Even the heat wave in my part of the world. It is partly my dude’s fault, and partly Mr. FD’s.

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    • I was going to write something pathetic like “I have lost all hope” but I realise that I will live to get sick another day. I have always been one to enjoy a good sick day, but I am over it now.

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  2. I suspect you could blame Mr. FD. I suspect it was a curse to make sure you didn’t enjoy the space of that whole bed!

    “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That’s why we call it the present.” ― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

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