Paddies day, viruses and housework.
Its my day of and I’m up to my neck in housework and a sick partner. Still,it could be worse, I could be in work and poor Mammy2 would have to fend for herself. Instead, I make a perfect nurse according to her. A chest infection which started on Saturday and gradually got worse, she suffers from astmha so now after a visit to the doctor, she has bronchitis and some sinus thingy which is causing the crippling headaches. She left the bed this morning to go into work, tell them she was sick and then to the doc and back to bed. She’s just after throwing up her lunch and is back in bed
muttering the words shoot me now. I’ve left her to it and started cooking dins. The kid mentioned yesterday about stew and with the day that’s in it, its a great idea.
A bit of a mad weekend with paddies day and the triple crown. The match was a nail biter to the last, but we won it in the end. It was definetly a case of the luck of the irish. The kid came to watch it with us and even got into it a bit. I think it was because she was allowed to curse, there’s no stopping Mammy2 when any sport is on, she’d make a sailor blush. The kid was then heading to a party in Kill, one of J’s mates. J was working, she wasn’t happy about that. There was a minor incident on Thursday night whereby he was supposed to hang with her, but he was wrecked from school and he had work on Paddies day so he cancelled. The words hell on toast do not begin to cover. I met with a mate P, who was home from London so I didn’t see her until later, but poor Mammy2 had to deal with the fast approaching apolcaypse that was Being pissed off at the boyf. As it turns out, lots of phone calls, txt messages and a threatening to get a taxi down brought him up on the last bus and he stayed over, getting the bus down to Kill the following day. As Mammy2 put it, its either love or fear. Or a bit of both.
She had a good time at the party ,even though there were loads of EMO’s and rockers there. I have only recently found out what the word EMO means. kids who are fans of Emotive Rock. Where do they come up with this? On the way back from much celebrating of the Ireland win with a mate, I get a phone call. She wants to know if she can stay on in Kill until J finishes work and she’ll get a taxi back. She already knew how much it was going to cost and was going to pay for it from her pocket money. She has a good bit saved up. As it happens, J made her get then last bus and he took yesterday off work to hang with her for most of the day. Again , fear or love, I think love. She was in grand form yesterday then. She was ‘hanging’ with him in the bedroom watching a dvd and Mammy2 was fashioning a headstone for herself, such was the general feeling off ill-health.
I had high plans to do loads of work on the PC. The PC had other ideas. It managed to contract some sort of virus, I was under the impression running spybot on it would remove it, but alas not , so from
7 until 12 last night I sat in front of this thing, running all sorts of checks on the poor thing. It was very sick. I had to boot up in Safe Mode after downloading a trial of Norton. It took over 2 hours to run and returned with lovely list of 4324 files infected. A nice round number. It also kindly removed them. I think Limewire and some bad downloads were the cause of my problems. Its clean now anyways and running grand. I have only a trial version of Norton though, so I need to be purchasing the full version. Today I was supposed to do more work, but the apartment was fility so until about an hour ago I was up to me neck in launrdy and cleaning the oven. Its a lovely day for it. I have also decided to try cooking stew, I know, how adventerous of me. Mammy2 usually tackles all exoctic foods except potato related meals.
However, I could hardly drag her from her sick bed to cook dinner. I just got a txt from the kid, they framed the painting. She was heading into school this morning muttering about if they didn’t do something with it, she was going to bring it home. Thankfully, they framed it. They must be well impressed. I was , but then again I am family and we have to be impressed regardless. Right?
More work on the pc, and then I think I am allowed out to play with a mate for a few drinks tonight. I shall see how Mammy2 is doing, she’s out for the count at the moment. The doc put her on steroids and some other tablets. I keep looking into the bedroom and expecting Fatmia Whitbread to come jogging out. The whole steroids thing? Never mind, its wasted on you.
