I don't know if they make Lucozade in countries other than England, so I should start off by saying that it is a fizzy energy drink, which has been around since I was a young child and, at that time, Noah was busy next door to us building his ark.
"Where is this going?" I hear you ask. Well, as there has been so much love flying around in Blogland over the past few days, I guess there are other kinds of love than leaving little notes for each other under the pillow and dancing the flamenco on the kitchen table with a red rose clenched between your teeth. I'm sorry, I'm getting carried away now - it's the fever you know (and, YES, I am still confined to bed with the dreaded lurgy!).
As in yesterday (yes, that's right, Valentine's Day, just in case you had forgotten), when my husband was out all day saving the world, as he likes to do on a daily basis. I had no idea what time to expect him home, so I phoned up (he was obviously at a meeting) and left a message on his Blackberry, asking him if, perhaps he wouldn't mind picking me up a bottle of Lucozade on the way home. (You can see who is the humble one in this partnership, can't you?!).
Anyway, about half an hour later, I heard him coming in downstairs. Goodo, I thought, glass of Lucozade on the way. But - Nothing. After he had read his post, he did remember that I was upstairs, so came up to make enquiries about my health, whilst at the same time checking his e-mails on his Blackberry. Anyway, I didn't say anything (not being one to make waves, you understand).
After he had gone downstairs, a period of about ten minutes had elapsed, when I heard his car roar off down the drive. He had obviously by now checked his text messages and heard my plaintive cry asking for the Lucozade. My glass of chilled drink was delivered to me a short while later.
Now that has to be love, doesn't it?!! I'm just starting to nod off again now, but I will write more about my experiences of my husband's TLC at a later date.