A weekend with Quinsy.

Whilst everyone has been resplendent in red, white and blue and bigging up the queen I've been "nursing" a sick fool!

The Big Man has been complaining of a sore throat for 5 weeks.  Ever since I had tonsillitis 5 weeks ago so I've been nagging at him to see a doctor.  Being the big strong man that he is, NOT, he decided to fight it himself.  Surprise, surprise he ended up at the emergency Out of Hours GP on Thursday night with a raging fever and difficulty swallowing.

The doctor diagnosed quinsy and declared his tonsils were the worst that he had ever seen.

Dr. Google said

"Quinsy is a complication of tonsillitis.

It is a collection of pus that develops between the back of one of your tonsils and the wall of your throat. This is known as an abscess. An abscess can develop when an infection spreads from a swollen tonsil to the surrounding area.

The medical name for quinsy is peritonsillar abscess."

So I've spent the weekend with a pus filled abscess!  Hope your Jubilee weekend is better than mine.

Look away now if you are of a nervous disposition.  

Here's a pic from Google image for your amusement.

Strike a Pose!

We went to visit my brother on Tuesday to meet our lovely new niece.  Needless to say I was super excited and spent the whole time holed up in the bedroom with my sister in law and my new niece.  Meanwhile the Wee Man and Big Man got decidedly bored watching children's TV.  So out came the Wee Man's Lego camera and the boys got down to some serious "art".

The Big Man explained the feet shots were the Wee Man's attempts to use the timer on the camera.  A timer that doesn't actually exist.  

How do you eat yours?

The Big Man and I don't have your average run of the mill arguments.  Indeed we don't have arguments at all more like heated debates.  In the many, many years that we've known each other we've never gotten into a slanging match of the door slamming kind.  I suppose I am very lucky in that the Big Man knows that his wife is always, always right...to a degree.

What we do have are heated debates about the rights and wrongs of the world in general.  Regular readers will know about our recent debate about the Universe.  Last night we moved on from the high brow, intellectual debate to a more, some may say "mundane" topic of scone eating.  That's right, scone eating.

The past week we've been "gorging" ourselves on scones, complete with strawberry jam and clotted cream.  The same week as two of the Wee Man's nursery teachers remarked that I had lost weight.  I am now a true believer of the cream scone diet(!)

How can the simple act of eating a scone cause such disharmony in a seemingly stable relationship?

Simple.  I prepare my scones with jam first then clotted cream on top, whereas the Big Man has cream first then jam on top.

Now that the debate dust has settled I can see that there is no right or wrong way as such but it is purely an individual's choice.  But the part of me that always wants to win wants to know...how do you eat yours?