Tending the Poorly

Felt a bit sorry for myself heading into work this morning. Last night's beer was maturing in my stomach and my attitude was dampened by how little it felt like I slept last night. Having said that, if someone had told me first thing that Rebecca was the one who was going to be sick today I would have thought you were lying. But lo and behold, I spent most of my evening looking after Rebecca and rubbing her back while her face was stuck in a bucket. Bless her, its her Birthday tomorrow and with any luck, she'll be over the worst of it overnight.