I've been ill for nearly 2 weeks now - nothing major just a nasty cough and cold with a fever that I just can't shift. I feel bloody lousy. My appetite has disappeared and I've not eaten all day.
DH meanwhile went off and ran a marathon today. He's come back, obviously tired and cold, but is pissed off with me for not cooking the roast. I did prep all the veg but that was about my limit. He's thumping around the kitchen muttering under his breath.
AIBU to just let him crack on with it...given that the marathon was his choice, being ill isn't mine?