I don't even like Vegemite very much but for some reason that is what I craved spread on dry toast. Charlotte wanted to do a taste test on my toast but then accepted her own little taste on a saucer and gave her approval.
Emily was a concerned about the Saos.
I called for a new plate of Saos so Emily could lick and sniff the first two until she was satisfied a Sao would do me no harm.
So I'm on my sick bed looking around at all the pretty things in my room and thinking I might survive after all when I saw IT. That fan is filthy!! could even fall on me with the weight of dust, dirt, salt from the Lake and a fair amount of cat fur. Charlotte and Emily refuse to get up a ladder and clean it, they say it's not in their contract. First I've heard they have a contract, I think they are taking advantage of my weak state.
I can't complain as the girls have been so good to me and not left me alone for a minute. They've taken over my hot water bottle so I won't get too hot, forced me to rest on the very edge of the bed so it is easier for me to get out of bed and insisted on getting between my eyes and my library book so I don't suffer eye strain.