buying for the sick

Well it's Thursday and I'm still bloody unwell. Today is the beat myself up for being so pathetic. Even walking up the stairs wears me out.
I feel about 80. Spring came round yesterday with gits to cheer me up. Some Musky Grapes and a punnet of organic cherries. They cost 3 quid but when he opened them, half were mouldy.... tsk tsk. That's what you get from buying at posh shops. Asba cherries never go furry.
Oh and a big bottle of Baileys that is strangely comforting to my sore chest.
He also bought me a membership to his Railway. Curiously that didn't immediately make me feel 100% better but he assures me it will in time.
I like him, I love his company. I don't feel so alone anymore but I'm also scared it'll all end suddenly. Look at Heather Mills and Sir Paul? Who'd have thought of that?
Hmmm I guess me and Spring aren't no Mills and McCartney.
Stuff it, I could analyse for years. Angst and wonder. Just enjoy it. Enjoy him. He's clever and cool and hairier more one side than the other. But I like that. There's always the fun of the wax. That's a thought!