Unclean!

I've be sick as a parrot for the last two days! No, I haven't just been on the losing side in a football match on Match Of The Day. I have been practicing my International standard vomitting, and I have to say I have become very good at it. Usually get it in the toilet bowl and everything. Anyway, I've dragged my sorry ass off to pick up Sam from school, which I ajm quite proud of. Less proud of phoning in ill to the cleaning job.

So, the time with Sam. It's still far too short, as mentioned last week, but at least I get to see him and feed him nice food. And comb out his nits. We've had some slightly unhealthy teas. Last night was pork and leek sausages, mash and beans, tonight we had veggie pies, alphabetti spaghetti and oven chips. Sam didn't eat all of his because he stuffed two massive bananas down as soon as we got in from school. Mucho laughter watching Scooby-Doo and Shaun The Sheep, a little bit of homework (Sam's mum mysteriously picked up on this, but she doesn't read the blog, oh no), it's all good. Blimey, how much do I love my little star? Luckily he seems to think I'm OK as well!

Thursday demands that I do the papers. WE all got a telling off for late deliveries last week but I phoned today to explain the sick bug situation, and that was fine. Gotta be done tomorrow though, hope I wake up feeling better. To be honest, the actual delivery part of the papers is quite good fun, it's the sorting of the leaflets that's the pain in the bum. But then again, how many jobs can you do while watching TV or listening to the radio? Hopefully tomorrow will be cleaning the pub, delivering the first round, dinner of chips and beans from Denny's chip shop, deliver the second round, then home to fill in two more job applications. If I feel OK I might even go bonkers and treat myself to a cosy date with my mate Stella in the evening. (Artois that is, not McCartney).

Horror moment of the day? Claudius the Cat jumped onto the back of the settee for some fuss and promptly sneezed into my face. Snot and everything. Animals have such weird ways of showing affection, and it's not like I'm short of germs at the moment. Maybe I'll get my own back later and vomit on him while he's sitting in his litter tray. Revenge is a dish best served "projectile style"! (The pic is my ideal next cat after Claudius).

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