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Christmas Day was on a Saturday, so I had to work Christmas Eve, even though we were allowed to leave the office early.
I felt dreadful, left earlier than everyone else and collapsed into bed the minute I got home.
I was violently sick and couldn’t even keep water down.
Then the other end decided to join in.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, Hubby cooked the Christmas Dinner, a succulent duckling with all the trimmings.
The smell made me throw up and the sight of food turned my stomach.
I never got to sample a single bite.
All his efforts gone to waste, making me feel even worse than whatever bug had decided to visit with such lousy timing.