To all my regular blog readers, I just wish to issue this short apology for my posts having slowed down recently.  I’m currently experiencing some ill health which has prevented me from being my usual sarcastic self.  I will be coming back with some fresh new stuff once I’m back on my feet.

Not only is this post incredibly lazy of me – it’s also incredibly funny.  First spotted by my brother, Paul (whose sense of humour is as sick and twisted as my own) following links from reddit.com.  I refuse to directly link the site as despite the clean yet quirky content of this page, the advertisements and comments surrounding the page were downright filthy and vulgar (not reddit.com itself, but the site this material was found on).

*Edit:  Some google searching has provided me with a relatively clean, friendly site that you can view these pics on (and they’re better quality too!) Try this:  funtasticus.com

Don’t get me started on how I loathe the show “Friends”.  I’ve tried to watch it, and I’ve tried to like it, but I just can’t.  All I see is a pack of overly good-looking people bed-hopping with each other and making the same inane, shallow and unfunny jokes each episode.  And don’t write to me about how wrong I am – I don’t care.  The point of this post is to point out that while I hate the show, and it’s overly done theme song, it keeps springing to the foremost of my mind when I think how we’ve been blessed with our own amazing friends.  It could also be because our housemates watch the show obsessively – but I don’t think so.

Since I’ve been sick, I’ve had no idea what Dave’s been eating, if he’s been eating, or if what he’s been eating is even safe.  One morning I ventured a peek into his lunch bag (a plastic carry bag from the supermarket) and was deeply disturbed to see a handful of beans, a celery stick, a small tin of tuna, 2 arrowroot biscuits, and 2 vitaweets all swimming together in the bottom.  Tears welled in my eyes for my poor husband and I hastily prepared some sandwiches for him, wrapped his biscuits up, popped in some vegetable soup and wrapped his vegies in clingfilm all the while scolding him on correct hygeine of fresh food.  Poor darling.  But it’s not very often I find the energy to check on his lunch, so it’s with the deepest gratitude and utmost thanks that I praise the generousity of our good friends.

Firstly, there’s Dave and Sandee, who found the time to make a roast dinner for us, and pack in two mini lasagnes as well.  The vegetables were one of the first things I’d eaten in days, and the roast chicken fed Dave for a good few meals.  It was particularly touching as Sandee’s very sick father was living with them and in the final stages of his illness at the time.

Then Dave’s Dad and Step-Mum, Chris brought around some home made vegetable soup – again something I could stomach, and which gave Dave another few meals.  I was feeling my worst when they came, and barely able to raise my head from the pillow, but they insisted on cheering me up, and wishing me all their love.

This was followed by Mark and Ruth, who brought over a beautiful tuna pasta bake, and some chocolate macaroons.  While hesitant at first, the tuna bake actually stayed down, and the macaroons were easily digested thanks to their melt-in-the-mouth consistency.  Again, we lived most comfortably for a couple of days.

And of course, there’s Scott and Jo.  From the moment Jo read my blog and heard how sick I was, she started cooking up a storm.  I can’t describe the surprise I got when soups, casseroles, and even pork ribs were delivered to our door!  So far I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the vegetable soup, but am a little frightened of trying some of the “heavier” dishes.  (Buttered toast can be heavy at the moment!)  Again, I am just so grateful that even if I can’t eat some of them myself, my poor, emaciated husband is getting some hearty, nutritional meals into his belly.  And he needs his strength – who else is going to fetch me sliced apples at 3am?

But seriously guys, thank you so much for being the most generous, amazing friends I could imagine.  I’ve had offers to do my laundry and other household chores, and even an offer to take time off work to look after me.  If there’s one thing feeling miserably ill has taught me, it’s that you really aren’t as alone as you thought.  And I hereby publicly promise to never forget your kindness.  And you can put me on your cooking roster if you ever need the favour returned.