Getting Even

Well it's Roberts turn at the toilet now. Poor dear. He had to finally admit this morning that I really was very sick because he is now too. The only difference being I am here to take care of him. Fetch things, hold his hand(figuratively) while he purges. Keep HIM company, etc.... (unlike when I was ill, I never saw him for two days) No he didn't bring me IBprofen and a cool glass of water, read to me until I fell asleep, changed the sheets on the bed so it would feel and smell fresh , I've unplugged the phone so he won't be disturbed and am doing his chores.

Geez..... now I ask you...is that love or what.