We had plans for today. Plans to go out and do shopping at one of our fav streets, rue Cartier, but … the OH woke this morning with a voice as gravelly as an Aussie B road out in the boonies. Eyes puffy, nasal drip, and that puppy dog face that said, “mother me … please!”

So guess who are staying home, staying warm, and dosing up on honey lemon drinks, out of date Riccola sweeties, blankets and hot bags? Right, not me. The OH is ensconced on the couch watching the tennis while I’m left wondering what to do for dinner tonight as they’ve said they’re not hungry. Which means, at about 3 pm this afternoon they’re gonna eat us out of house home demanding junk food to snack on.

Okay, maybe. Maybe not, if their throat is that bad. Of course, the pharmacy downstairs in the concourse is closed at weekends. Great help that place is. And why do these things alway hit at the onset of a weekend? Great timing.

Ah, well, I’m not sure I wanted to go out shopping even if there were hot chocolate involved. Especially as it is, once again, blowing a gale out there and, bitterly cold. A friggin’ minus 24 with the windchill.

Home sweet home. Dontcha just love weekends.