This is our third winter on the boat and we have made our way into each Spring without incident, other than a bout of second-hand germs from those living in property.
Poor Hubby is suffering today with the sniffles, an aching head and racking cough.
There is only one place he could have picked this bug up, and it’s not the first time it’s happened.
When Hubby told me this, I looked at him in stunned amazement.
‘Whatever happened to Man Flu?’ I asked.
‘He definitely said Woman Flu, and I told him that you would rib him something awful when you found out.’
I agree that men can sometimes suffer terribly with cold/flu symptoms and I am not unsympathetic, provided they are not milking it like a dairy farm and are prepared to sweat it out in one place (ie. bed) rather than sitting in front of the TV with a takeaway and a pint (don’t go there, and no, this was not Hubby).
But to say he’s got Woman Flu?
Here’s my take on a woman being poorly.
She gets up and gets on with it regardless.
She cooks and cleans, looks after the kids and does the shopping.
Not for her taking to her bed and expecting to be waited on hand and foot even if she does feel like