Mr. Osc is feeling almost as rotten as I do, except he's a couple of days behind me - and it's not man flu either, it's the real thing. I'll have to try and get up to the shops tomorrow, although my stomach is upset and I'm not hungry. I had a small portion of spag bol this evening, and it didn't like me, so exited rather quickly out the other end
The house looks like a bomb hit it, but neither of us actually cares. We were able to look after Michael earlier on today and Mr. Osc was not too bad then, he was great, spent lots of time with him in the garden, and the move seems to have gone well. I did manage to get to the flower shop to get Miss Osc some flowers and a nice card, so that was good. I'm just so worried that Michael might have caught it too, although I resisted the urge to give him his usual kisses and cuddles while he was here. I'm
very fed up
