Yesterday was statistically the most depressing day.
I woke up early as usual and turned on the television. The BBC News presenter joyfully told the world that it was going to be the most depressing day. I stopped half way to the bathroom and got back into bed.
It was a wonderful day! I called work at 8am and told Bimbo to let Gay Boss know that I had a viral stomach bug and I wouldn't be in.
I leisurely ate breakfast in my pajamas while I absently watched reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond and Just Shoot Me on Channel 4. I had a heavenly long shower and sang the entire Mariah Carey No. 1s album. (I love singing in the shower... My voice doesn't sound as bad with an echo!)
Since Solicitor was at work I took the opportunity to spend the day grooming myself. I finally used the manicure set that I've had for three years, I applied a soothing face mask and hot oil in my hair. I ran myself a lovely scented bath and drank cool glasses of white wine.
I spent the rest of the day preparing a wonderful evening meal. Solicitor was really impressed when he came home. I'd battered king prawns and made a Thai chilli sauce to go with them for starters. I made a Thai-style stuffed chicken breasts with coconut rice and vegetables as a main dish. For dessert I made cinnamon biscuits and homemade whiskey ice-cream. I can honestly say that it was perfectly cooked!
After yesterday I'm seriously considering becoming a housewife.
I completely forgot that I was supposed to be ill and I came in bright and early this morning in a wonderful mood. I bumped into Gay Boss outside Admin and he enquired after my health;
"How are you feeling Elise?"
"Wonderful! Why?" Oh Crap! "I mean... I'm feeling better. Much better"
"You look good...?"
"Yeah it must be all of that... um.. puking. Yeah it does wonders. Detoxes the body..."
I think he believes me. Good save huh?