Camping in the guestroom

I’m down with a flu…again! Coming to think of it, I must have been ill at least a handful in as many months. Sebastian is the culprit here, coming home with all kinds of deceases from the creche. I started feeling the usual symptoms such as a sore throat and ear pain mid week, but ignored it. In the worst case scenario I would be spend my weekend in bed recuperating.

Friday evening approached. I had waited for one and a half hours for the bus that never came, and eventually resorted to a very expensive taxi ride (EUR 125;-!!!) back to Haarlem. My husband was kind enough to pick up the tab as I stumbled out on wobbly legs on the Grote Markt (town square). A few wines later and some pastries which doesn’t agree with my Atkins diet, I started to feel even worse, so we headed back home.
I went to bed around midnight and woke up at 8 am from Sebastian. I pulled a pillow over my head but when that didn’t work, I asked Reinout to take the morning shift and I headed upstairs to the guestroom. There I stayed for most of the day, watching African Colonial history and Afro American history (a very recent interest which I acknowledge I hold huge gaps in).

Today I took the morning shift, letting Reinout sleep. I still feel bad though, like my body has gone through a train crash. After a shower (I didn’t have one yesterday!) I’ve now headed upstairs again leaving Reinout to entertain Sebastian. Together with some movies and a cup of honey tea spiked with cointreau I’m now preparing for a date with myself. Life can only get better…

Movies with me, myself and I