June 2, 2002

• So I gave in.
  
  I gave in to avoid a nasty fight we were on our way to having.
  
  Argyle is taking me to the doctors today.
  
  At about 3.30am he sat up and exclaimed "that is it! I'm taking tomorrow off work, and taking you to the doctors, I've had about an hours sleep in between you coughing (asthma) snoring (stuffed up sinus' from the flu) and wriggling about (reaching over to get tissues)!"
  
  Before I could even respond, he was already asleep. I guess some thing's just need to be said. Once he'd said them he was out to it.
  
  I lay in bed to afraid to move/cough/go to sleep for fear I'd wake him up again.
  
  When TK woke up at 7ish I got up and organised him some food and the children's cartoons and headed back to bed again.
  
  I was woken up around 10 by my guy bringing me breakfast in bed. He'd gotten up and made porridge for TK (and even picked out the raisins, just the way Mumma does) and made us breakfast and coffee.
  
  Isn't there some saying about even the darkest nights having a bright dawn?
  
  

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