I have spent most of the week in bed with flu. I had no ordinary flu I had "Man-Flu" (the nasty, all consuming, moaning, shaking uncontrollably, sweaty, smelly, splitting headache, crawling (yes there was crawling and dribbling) dying very loudly Man-Flu. I'm sure at one point I did die but no-one was around to see it, so I undied. Mr Hollywood thought it would be nice to share his man-flu with me. I love, that, man but sometimes I just want to whack him, if I had had the energy to open my eyes and move my arm I would have. He of course soldiered on to work infecting everyone in his path who hadn't already been infected. Got to love the generosity of the man....NOT!
I, me, myself, took my man-flu to bed and stayed there. I emerged yesterday like a crumpled
butterfly, mangy moth more like and ventured to the sofa and stayed there.
Baker girl is the only thing I've manged to paint this week...hopefully she can magic some food into our empty fridge or it's bread and water till I go shopping on Monday...if I'm well enough of course...
Will be joining Sunday Sketches from the the comfort of my sofa....xx