Togetherness

It’s a grey old day here in London, and one that I have spent the most part in bed. A headache started yesterday evening that I kept at bay with painkillers. An early night sorts most things, so I brushed my teeth and got into my pyjamas before the clock had reached double figures.
A few hours later I woke up and thought, this is what it must feel like if someone has knifed you in the head. For the remainder of the night my headache grew and when the alarm went off and I sat up, I realised I was in no state for work. The instructions on the packet of painkillers say they must be taken with food. I didn’t feel I could face food, so no painkillers.
I let MasterB out and went back to sleep. When I woke up, my head still hurt but not so much. Now it was the turn of my limbs to be wobbly and achy. MasterB came back in, and with the indifference of the healthy, demanded a full breakfast. Queasily I returned to bed.
I didn’t get up until after two. A bath and clean clothes did much to restore me, and I was ready for an afternoon on the sofa in the sitting room. MasterB, who had evidently discovered feelings of empathy, threw up on the carpet. There is nothing like clearing up cat sick when you are feeling unwell.
So it was a while longer before I made it to the sitting room where MasterB is asleep stretched out on the sofa and I am sitting on the floor.