DH has come down with The Cold of Death and has weakly moaned that it must be affecting him differently to the rest of us, because he has never felt so ill. He's coughed twice in the last 24 hours.
The Dressing Gown of Poorliness has come out and he's unable to leave the sofa. I've been working and parenting non-stop. AIBU to hit him with a wet fish? (Lighthearted before some of the more anal posters on here accuse me of cruelty to men and fish)