I have some kind of stomach bug. No appetite, barely eating anything. I've been like this for well over a week now.
I asked DH if he would ask me if I wanted anything. In other words, look after me. We are both retired. Cue massive strop at me making him out to be the baddie, and what a f..cking Christmas it's turning out to be. Why didn't I ask him, he's not a f..king mind reader. It shouldn't be too much to expect him to ask me if I want a cup of tea.
The strop is after he's drunk a bottle of wine. I fancied a toasted teacake, so caught the bus into town to get some. He could have offered to go himself.
When he has a cough I make his honey and lemon, I go and buy more lemons if we run out.He doesn't have much gumption at the best of times, but when I'm poorly I think he could step up a bit. To be fair, he's done a lot of cooking and washing up.
Ok, I just wanted a rant.