DH and I tested positive for Covid today. Both feeling rough, same symptoms as each other.
I was just doing the washing up, he stood behind me in his version of the dressing down of doom which is an old hoodie. The hood was up, hands in the pocket, continually sniffing. He followed me as I folded the laundry, washed up and dried / put away and then put another load of washing on. Then had the audacity to get annoyed when I told him to choose between staying in bed or helping. Not following, sniffling and generally needing mothering. Just fucking blow your nose man!!!!