Man flu.

Yesterday my girlfriend was laid low with a mystery ailment, the symptoms being dioreah, vomiting, headache, back pain, a temperature and violent stomach cramps.

She had to spend most of the day in bed whilst I pandered to her every desire with cups of tea, pain killers, and rubbing of her back.

During which time I also kept the fires going, brought in new wood, took our youngest to the station and picked her up later and carried on clearing up the garage, it was non stop.

Well, when I say non stop it certainly seemed like it was non stop and the thought crossed my mind, this must be like being a woman, as my girlfriend always seems to be working non stop in the house.

I know my earlier remarks may have led you to believe that all I do is sit around watching her work, but they were slightly tongue in cheek.

We all work in this family and when we work together as a team it’s amazing what we achieve, under my leadership I would modestly suggest.

This morning even her elder daughter is clearing her room and the pile of clothes that normally sit outside it, I don’t want to get too excited but I was wondering if we are beginning to get through to them.

Now here I am surrounded by this hive of activity feeling a little worst for wear, I wouldn’t say it’s man flu but I think if I were to moan a little more I could do a passable impression.

This would obviously give me the excuse to take to my bed where I would be waited on hand and foot for the rest of the day, however I am now a ruddy faced countryman and will have no such thing.

I have chores to do around the estate, well to a townie a very large garden feels like an estate, I have taken pain killers, I’m off!! I’m so brave!!


About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work due to losing my agent when I became a full time carer to my mother who had dementia. and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent. Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work. I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise. I spent many years looking after my aged mother and shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage. My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse. I have written a number of different books all available on Amazon, so don't be shy should you feel the urge to purchase.
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