I am ill. I am in the hot bath, eating the grapes I am offered.
I am ill.
I am in the kitchen making a dinner, not for myself.
I am in the bathroom doing the laundry, not for myself.
I am outside in the snow walking with the dog.
I am in the bed, finally.
I can't sleep, because I share my bed with a grumpy man, two giggly kids, one hot husky and one mad cat, who sleeps on my forehead like a furry bandanna.
Mr. Fox says:
Hey, that's you in the telly!
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