That’s how it starts. The sudden need for your wife to soothe your brow and call you her ‘poor, brave soldier.’
Technically, it starts with the ominous shivering. “I just can’t get warm today,” I said last Saturday lunchtime. And three hours later I wrapped myself in my dressing gown, crawled into bed and pulled an extra blanket over me. Then I asked – very weakly – for another blanket.
But when the shivers and shakes start, nothing keeps you warm.
“Maybe I’ve eaten something,” I whispered. “I’ll be OK tomorrow.”
“Good,” my wife said, “Because Ben says he’s bringing Chloe round.”
What? He was finally bringing her round? No way could I meet her in this state. I had to get better… [Read more…]