He met her ebullient morning tones with a desultory heavenward glance

Lying about, lying about a creeping throatiness and a need for a day in bed, to sweat it out.

Her effervescent eloquence about thisnthat stuttered to an evanescent halt

His furtive plans to keep her at home, tied up, busy applauding his importance

Feigning lassitude and a scintilla of a sniff he waited to be waited on

With hot drinks and shared DVDs.

But his victory was Pyrrhic, as she stuck the thermometer under his tongue

And called for the crone-next-door to come.