Doesn't he look gorgeous? Currently the only male in the house who is up and about because man flu has struck. Actually I'm not even going to joke about it because they are a sturdy breed down here and it takes a lot to flatten them and I'm bound to catch it and will want lots of sympathy.
First the Gamekeeper (this unheard of) who says he caught it in the Village Shop and then as he emerges Bookhound succumbs.This is good news for the dogs.With both masters out of action I would have four of them to walk and that's not funny.
My patients here have all been quarantined with the occasional jug of water and some ibuprofen and paracetemol thrown in the door.Glass test now and again to check for any non-blanching rash that may be a sign of a fulminating meningitis.
I know enough to be reassuring but probably lethal really.
This sounds harsh but it's for their own good, I find if you fuss them it just makes them worse and they start hammering on the floor for attention thinking you are sitting downstairs waiting for their summons. I thought my response time to yesterday's request for a hot water bottle was quite good, it wasn't 18 weeks that's for sure. So when I supplied one of those nice wheatbags, dutifully warmed to be told that no actually he'd meant a real hot water bottle things got a little tense.
It is like having the virus of Damocles hanging over me because it can only be a matter of time before it's my turn.Things happen fast apparently, one minute you're OK the next you feel as if you've been run over by a bus and you start coughing, then things go rapidly downhill.
If it all goes quiet on here you will know what has happened, I'll be festering away, ignored and unattended in a corner somewhere.