But it isn't too serious. at least I don't think so.
He has a flu-like illness and feels pretty awful. By his own admission, he's been neglecting himself these last few months, and I think with all the stres he's been under that perhaps his immune system is very low. He looks pretty awful as well, like he's had all the blood drained out of him.
Even so, he was going to get on with the things he needs to do today, at least until I intervened. We got a call from his friend this morning that both him and Julie have managed to get short notice leave from tomorrow for the rest of the week, and they are quite happy to make arrangements for him. I sent him back to bed, after a short argument, during which I used a very rare for me mild swearword, which let him know I was serious, and got him some patent medicines from the chemist.(the word was "bugger", used in context with the conversation of course) He's there now, fast asleep. I think what might have ultimately swayed it was that I have hidden his car keys, so he can't go anywhere anyway, or at least anywhere far. To be honest, he looks on the verge of collapse, and bed is the best place for him.
Don't worry about him though, we'll look after him, and make all the necessary arrangements, which I'll post later, between us. Julie and Gareth will be here by around 6:30, so we can delegate the tasks then.
Marion