An bless you Cathie,
@marmora thank you. I managed to sleep. Id got my big oversized fluffy housecoat on from when I went downstairs, I got into bed with the thing still on. I fell to sleep thank goodness.
What had happened was I'd stupidly thought in my head this morning I'd get up early and make my husband a nice cup of tea for a change. I'd got this image in my head of him being really happy to have one made for him first thing.
Well what do we do when were in the kitchen? We go into auto pilot mode. There was crockery on the drainer so I thought I'd pop it away. What happened? Bloody crash, bang, wallop in a very large, echoey kitchen, right next to the living room where he's chosen to sleep. The next thing he's in there telling me off. He stomped off upstairs, I carried on making the tea with tears running down my face. I took it into the living room, returned to the kitchen and came back upstairs really upset. All my good intentions wrecked because I cannot just do one thing. I am never going to learn to live like this.
Anyway, he's just woken me up,with fresh made porridge with banana and blueberries and a cup of tea. It was spoiled by the fake smile and aura he was putting on because he knew I'd been upset earlier and this is how he deals with stuff, but I decided to accept it graciously and thanked him. He went downstairs singing x my hands were measuring his collar size as he walked downstairs I have to confess.
I'm ok. Think this bug is the worst thing that could've happened to me. I'm just grateful my knee is finally learning to accept me xxxx
Love Ann x x x