Sorry Honey.

I'm a little ashamed of myself today. I have perpetrated thought crimes against my husband. I've mentally accused him of sins that he didn't actually commit and I need to rectify this by apologizing.

Yesterday I was feeling a bit off. A couple of times I had bouts of nausea that had me dry-reaching and my stomach was gurgling. It was probably a low-grade virus or a touch of food poisoning. It was still happening when I went to bed but luckily the stomach gurgling was just a bit of wind and I let a sneaky one go under the covers and felt much better.

Then I went back to my very interesting book and read until my head was just making up words cause my eyes had shut. This is a good indicator that it's time to switch off the light. So I put in the ear plugs (Iven snores), put down the book and turned the light off. Then I fluffed up the covers over me. The most exquisitely vile odour wafted up from under those covers. 'Gross!! Iven that's disgusting!!' was my immediate thought.

And then my stomach grumbled again and I realised that the stench had not emanated from his loins. And neither could I blame the dog - he was out in the living room. Oops, my bad.

So in front of the entire world wide web I want to say sorry honey. That was totally unfair.