“It huuuuurts,” I say to MindReader, curled up on our sofa.
“I knowwww,” he says.
I have an ear infection, most likely caused by the divine earplugs. So: not only do I listen to the builders all morning once again due to lack of ear plugs, but I am also up all night taking pain killers. Oh joy.
MindReader reaches for the steroid ear drops and spoons behind me, slowly decanting them into my ear as I giggle because it tickles. He massages my swollen glands and blows into my very hot ear. He is nice isn’t he?
“Why isn’t it getting better?” I say. “It’s been the same for THREE DAYS.”
I roll over and look at MindReader. His mouth quivers slightly with suppressed laughter.
“Billygean,” he says, “since when did you regard yourself as someone who gets over illnesses quickly?”
He has a point.
