Two still dripping

Two is still suffering from sinusitis. Is exceedingly glum, has chronic cough and has now Lost Appetite. Must admit feel bit sorry as he goes into Yet Another Paroxysm, culminating in revolting retch in manner of hyena being garotted. Not sure how much more I can take. Is quiet at moment as is 7 am and is still in land of Nod beneath shocking pink duvet. Hope antibiotics start to kick in soon for both our sakes.

Have decided to swoop on living room as is starting to look alarmingly like interior of Acorn Antiques. Managed to rouse Two from sinus stupor in order to remove hideous shelves from alcove, after which he collapsed in heap over bowl of Minestrone soup, most of which he left. Keeps falling asleep sitting up, mouth open, and breathing registering somewhere very high on the Beaufort Scale. Is most alarming. Have to turn volume up on telly. But I digress. Have heaved mock Welsh Dresser into shelfless alcove, where it looks rather good. Now have to wait until Two Springs To Life, before can continue re-arranging room. Emptying cocktail cabinet is major job, let alone shoving it round the limited space available in attempt to find Somewhere To Put It. Has been sitting at natty angle in alcove under wall-clock for quite some time, looking ill at ease and somewhat over burdened with bric a brac, bottles, photographs etc.etc. Have also at some point to don heavy duty gloves and face mask to tackle backyard, which Two has converted into bird santuary come rubbish tip. Ditto living room, except for bird sanctuary bit. Dining room table, (mellow gate-leg) is invisible beneath detritus relating to Two's other obsession, the horses. Unbelievable mounds of paper are concealing beautiful polished surface of mellow gate-leg, along with assorted purchases via Amazon concerning Poker and Blackjack. This house is too small. His hobbies are too messy. But I will not be defeated, although I envisage Trouble Ahead, especially when I swoop on gate-leg and yard.