Well, this week didn’t exactly go to plan. Alex and I had our nine year anniversary (of putting up with each other) on Monday, but I unfortunately caught the dreaded Norovirus from the man himself. Such a giver. I’d much rather have received flowers, that’s for sure. No dinner date for us, just moaning and groaning from one very lame sick person, and lots of sofa time for Betsy the Chihuahua. She loved it!
Luckily I feel like I’m on the road to recovery tonight. After an awful night of stomach pains and barely any sleep last night, I have finally managed to keep some food down. Hurrah… It’s all about the ability to consume food. Well, it certainly helps.
December was meant to be a month packed full of festive fun, as work has slowed down a little for us, but alas we’re a little behind on the festivities due to one illness after the other. Our nine year anniversary may have been put on hold, but the good news is we’re being treated to a spot in a VIP box at the O2 for Two Door Cinema Club’s show on Friday night, so we’ll make the most of that and then hopefully we’ll make some time for few more Christmas treats next week.
Now, I’m just going to get in a bit more nap time in, before the real fun begins…