It's Sunday night, 6 pm. Three more hours till the new season of Downton Abbey! I am very, very excited and these last 3 hours seem interminable.
Richard is sick with the man cold. Can I get some sympathy, please?
He woke me up three times last night:
1. To let puppy out to pee.
2. To get him a glass of iced water
3. To get him another blanket because he had the shakes and felt very cold.
Today he mentioned at least 5 time that he was going to die.
I fed all the animals. Carried water to them (the pipes froze again). Made him soup. Fed him ice cream (it soothes his sore throat).
I am currently watching some old Western with him (his comfort TV).
He hasn't brushed his teeth in two days.
Thank god for puppy love and a glass of white wine by my side!
I also took some pics yesterday and today, here they are:
That was my Sunday. How was yours?
xo Miriam
Your photos are beautiful! The frost! The fowl!
ReplyDeleteAhh my husband kept forgetting to brush his teeth when he was sick to what is up with that?
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