After too much work and lack of sleep, the man is down with fever; a high temperature of 38.7C last night!. He’s finally forced to take a leave and recuperate at home.

Is it bad of me if I say that I am glad he’s sick? Weee but it’s nice to have him at home even if he’s lying in bed most of the time. Too bad he’ll work tomorrow already. But then it’s the last working day of the week! yeyyyy… weekend again!