She has been as sick as a dog for those two weeks and is currently on her third course of antibiotics.
Any suggestion by me that fresh food, exercise and a decent night's sleep (as opposed to eating cheese toasties all night whilst surfing the internet and concocting strange cocktails with the leftovers from the drinks cabinet) might boost her immune system are met with scorn. After all what would I know?
Obviously the problem is that the stupid doctors haven't given her strong enough medicine...and of course she's the first patient to ever say that to me.
I got up the other morning to find that she had been making gingerbread men overnight.I looked at them and then looked more closely. Each tiny face had a carefully pipetted expression of fear or anxiety - like a little row of Munsche's "Scream"s (only edible).
I raised an eyebrow at DOM. She shrugged. "Well, after all" she said " They do know they're being executed in the morning".
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