Now, if you are reading these in order you will know (from Part 6) that I had advised Bert that I would be at work today..... turns out this was not the case (I am writing this from my bed). I took a turn for the worse (not like death or hospital worse) and so work did not happen and was instead replaced by sleep and a trip to the docs.
(not relevant to the story but the verdict from the doc was viral tonsillitis and upper respiratory infection - also viral )
Am spontaneously finding myself falling asleep (not right now) and so slept when I got back from the docs, just as I was waking up, my phone was ringing.....it was Bert, I elected not to answer it, he left a message..... this I thought was interesting as they had been building since about 7.30 am (heard them arrive) and so he was ringing me from outside my house.... (more stalker like tendencies?)
Spent a long time just lying in bed not doing much and then the mobile rang again, school this time. Oh crap is Little D poorly? It was Little D's teacher, Little D was fine (as in not ill and had not fallen over) but she was upset....... she had cut a "chunk" of her hair off with scissors......... you cannot make this stuff up can you? Pondered that for a bit and then decided not much I can do about it now, bet she does not do it again.
Monged about in bed and then got up for a shower etc at around 2pm, flooped downstairs on the sofa, rubbish daytime TV on.
Kept looking at the voice mail icon on my phone and debating.... slightly afraid to pick the message up but also felt I needed to in case it was something relevant about the build (yeah right, why would it?)
In the end I picked it up, Bert asking if I was ok and still alive and to call him if I needed anything - which on its own, is thoughtful and almost lovely, as pointed out by my mother. BUT mum NO. Just NO. because it is not on its own is it? and what on earth would it say if I rang him and requested something??? really??? NO.
Noted that building work was still going on past 4pm - which was unusual - but it meant I knew what was coming, I would have been a fool not to.
5.15 (v late) knock on the door, again I have to go, TV and lights on. I almost feel like a prisoner in my own home...
Seeing how I was, thought I was going to work? Advised did not go to work has to go to Dr instead. Bert said I liked to get ill properly, I agreed. (still stood on doorstep). Said he had phoned and left message, I said yes I was asleep until after 2pm (not strictly true but hey...)
Told me he was off out tonight, would only be two of them there tomorrow, would I be there, I had to be honest(ish) and said probably....meaning yes
Then he left, so good, only 10 minutes today, I also continued to cough A LOT whilst he was talking.
And, I look awful, toss pot has demonstrated some less toss pot like tendencies as he has taken Little D tonight (not his night) so that I can sleep in in the morning and not get up and wrestle to get her to school. He did have to come here to get her and said I looked horrendous, which, although he is toss pot, he would not just say........ I'm so pretty
Can't wait for tomorrow now.....
Must do some more work tomorrow, no time for ill, too busy...
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