My Beloved is Unwell

So I was walking home from the train station on my way home from work, and saw my dearest travelling in the opposite direction in the car, heading towards the supermarket. Not long after I arrived home, she was drove in the driveway, looking a little unhappy. Apparently her stomach was hurting a little, which I just assumed was the same as when she had felt a little unsettled plenty of other times.

Naturally, within about an hour, my beautiful wife was throwing up and desperately in need of a good lie down. So be nice to her, go visit her blog and say something nice. She’ll appreciate it.