Celebrate good times… or not

I returned home last night expecting to find my flat dark and empty, so I was slightly worried when I found my front door unlocked (you still can’t get in without a key, but still…) Fortunately nobody had broken in, but the boyfriend was here. He should have been at his choir practice and not been home til at least midnight  – no, they don’t practice for that long but always stick around and drink a bottle of wine thogether before going home. Instead he was lying in bed having come home at noon feeling sick. He didn’t go to work today either, and apparantly has barely left the bed all day. So instead of getting ready to go out and celebrate my success I’m cooking the food that I chose based on its suitability for putting in a stomach that’s only just settled and debating whether to work on my dissertation now or leave it til morning. I just hope Jan’s better by Monday… it’s his 30th birthday and I’m determined to take him out for a nice meal to celebrate. Send healing vibes this way everyone…