I have a sick husband.

Sick as in ill, not sick as in perverted. At least not at the moment :-P

This means he's lying in bed and I'm in the lounge, alone and bored. Actually, I've been bored for a large part of the day; I was just too apathetic to do anything about it. I did tidy up, though.

This also means he's got no interest in dinner and I have to fend for myself, only again, I'm too apathetic to do anything about it....

D'oh!

Just after I posted that edit, Neil came in. He was looking for cream of tomato soup. We didn't have any. So, because I'm a good little wifey, I went to Sainsburys.

I got home, and first, discovered that I had gotten one can of tomato and one can of mushroom. Second, I'd forgotten that Heinz soup isn't condensed, and hence had mis-judged the size of the cans. Oops. Poor Neil. He can have my (fresh) soup if he wants it....