I awoke today to the worst Man-Flu ever experienced in the history of bad Man-Flu! Razor blades in my throat when I swallow and the residue of fourteen toilet rolls beside the bed (so far).
Yes, I know that you women canot understand the pain and suffering we males have to go through, but the least you can do is to sympathise. I'm waiting .............
I'm the last female you should appeal to. In the first trimester of my pregnancy (which passed in a totally exhausted fog) my unlucky husband had back surgery and was confined to bed for a couple of weeks. I'd fix him breakfast, leave lunch in a bag, water, etc. and drag my hormone embattled body off to work. When I told my secretary about my husband's situation, she looked at me in horror and asked, "What if there's a fire?"
I thought for a moment and replied, "He can still crawl."
I flew my mother out the next day to take care of him (and me) for a couple of weeks.