There I am, throwing up like the best of them while cleaning up toddler and baby vomit as well and sir sends me a message that he can't walk after spraining his ankle playing football! He spent most of today in bed as he's not slept well, you know, pain and all that. Not taken a pill or anything of course. With my belly still turning, I had to make him dinner nonetheless, naturally.
D'you know what, I was angry, but now I've started to think of punishment. It must be severe, I may make him sit through Pride & Prejudice...