This morning we awoke to DD coughing her self into throwing up, followed by much crying and whinging, then more throw up. We all have the worse man flu ever, and have had it all week, so NO xmas shopping done.
I was very dispondant and down in the dumps, we ran out of kitchen roll and toilet paper (due to blowing of noses x100000000), we have no xmas lights for the tree, no turkey, NOTHING.
So, at 8.30 this morning, my DP despite having next to no sleep himself and what is fast becoming a chest infection popped out for some kitchen roll. He has taken advantage of the fact that sainsbury's was only manic as apposed to hell on earth to do ALL the food shopping. He has just rung to say he has gone to B&Q and is buying us a new prelit tree and did i want anything else??
Not one bit of stress shown, despite the volcano that must be festering inside him.
GOD I LOVE THAT MAN!!!!!!!