There’s nothing like being ill – shivery with a headache and sore throat accompanied by aching limbs – tired, cold, at home on your own with a silent phone to make you feel melancholy. gah! I promised myself I wouldn’t get melancholy without good reason, and look – failed already.
Right now I could do with someone to gently rub the achiness from my shoulders, back and legs; to bring me a cup of tea; to cuddle up against me and keep me warm at night. I hate living alone and being ill – it’s the pits.
separating the wanted from the unwanted