Two has nasty cough. This morning I suggested might be due to chest infection, whereupon he bounded with alacrity to phone doctor. No appointments being available, they said doctor would phone back, which admirably, he did. Two was quizzed on State on Health, and was told to put head over bowl steaming water and inhale. Was told to sleep propped up. and contact surgery if symptoms worsened. Since then, he has indeed boiled kettle and with tea-towel (well honestly), draped over head, hovered over bowl of steaming water. Following this he returned to living room, sat down and lit fag. No antibiotics for 71 year olds it seems. Steam is the answer. Is free.
Am itching to 'change room round', but Two is sitting as ever implacably in front of laptop, and is nowhere else I can send him. Sorry about italics, is occupational hazard. Has created horrible mess on dining-table, horrible mess upstairs, and truly horrible mess in yard, which is knee-deep in bird seed, pigeon shit, and various bits of do-it-yourself equipment. Two is quite frankly, pain in arse. Does absolutely nothing except make mess. Also dropped my pudding (lemon meringue pie) onto floor last night, and put my Nutella in fridge, rendering same unspreadable as is hard as rock. Harder probably. Is very irritating. Feel claustrophobic. Only escape is bedroom, which is my territory as Two sleeps on landing, currently cocooned beneath violent pink duvet. Wonder if could be persuaded to relocate to outhouse with furry friends, imported by Two's obsessive purchasing of bird seed. Am feeling trapped in own house. Is not nice.
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