Indisposed

It’s a beautiful day (again!), but I awake in the spare room, feeling worse than when I went to bed. I stagger upstairs, back into the marital bed, and refuse to get out again until I have been supplied with two large mugs of tea. I am unreasonable, well cared for, and evidently have a loving wife.

I don’t venture far from a box of tissues and a stash of cold remedies. Liz makes strong concoctions with cloves which make my mouth go numb. In a feverish thought I wonder what the LD50 for cloves is. Less than we have in stock, I suspect.

I sit out on the stoep, and take pleasure in this year’s crop of red geraniums. I always wanted a house with geraniums.