There’s nothing worse than looking after your man when he has ‘man-flu’. Well, that’s what I thought until SilverFox had a pretty scary back operation 6 weeks ago. Then I discovered, man-flu is just the tip ‘o the iceberg. Okay, I’m exaggerating (who me?), he’s actually a wonderful patient. I mean, the man bought me not one, but four nail polishes – just because. Hello, major brownie points. Ding! Ding! Ding!

The only thing worse than man-flu, is getting struck down by the dreaded lurgy yourself and having a patient to look after. And by ‘looking after’, I don’t mean fluffing pillows and peeling grapes while The Patient naps peacefully. Uh-uh. Nope. I mean, helping SilverFox (who is a big man at 6’3), get outta bed, showered, dressed and fed. Let’s not forget the hourly walks and foot rubs. Needless to say: the list goes on and on. My props to all the nurses out there. RESPECT.

I’m all for messy sex, but that’s taking the brief a bit too far.

Last week, feeling rather sorry for ma’self, I asked the Twitterverse what the cure was – and boy oh boy – y’all have some crazy remedies. Someone felt so sorry for me, they even sent me a care package of vitamins (http://www NULL.myhealthstore NULL.com NULL.au/kyolic-original-formula-100-caps NULL.html)they swear by. And now, so do I. (Thanks!) For me, nothing beats a hot toddy before bed. Nothing. (Okay, maybe one thing, but no one likes, just-wait-a-sec-I-really-need-to-blow-my-nose-sex.) I’m all for messy sex, but that’s taking the brief a bit too far. Even. For. Me.

And that, my friends, was the sweet sound of the TMI alarm. Moving on: here’s a little looky-looky inside my flu kit – hopefully you’re fighting fit so you won’t need ‘em Possum. Happy Hump Day. MC

// My flu kit. Kleenex: essential.

// I had these lying around from my last flu. They’re double the price of Strepsil, but they work.

// Hot toddy courtesy of SilverFox.

// These Kyolic tablets were sent to me. Take that Flu! BAM!

// Nothing like a laksa with extra chilli to clear you out!

// The lovely peeps at Kiehls gave me this lip balm last week. Good timing.

// Love the minty goodness. Perfect for my cracked flu lips.

It’s all about the details Darling:

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Kiehls Lip Balm #1: $12.00

Blackmores Echinacea Lozenges 30 pack: $15.45

Blackmores Echinacea Liquid: $20.45

Kleenex tissues: $2.50 packet from the servo (What a rip-off!)

Stay tuned for a Hot Toddy tutorial courtesy of SilverFox.

Twenty Ten was bloody brilliant. Sure, there were plenty of ups and downs, but for the most part, it was freakin’ fan-tas-tic. What’s that? You missed it? Read all about the year that was, here.

Anyhoo, since I’m officially over my NYE hangover, I thought it was time to commit pen to paper, or in this case, fingers to keys. So here they are: my resolutions for Twenty Eleven. I just know it’s gonna be a good one; I can feel it in ma’bones! I have lots of exciting reviews slash adventures coming up, starting with a whole month in Noo Yawk.

How ’bout you? Have you made any resolutions? Have you made any plans for two zero one one? MC

// Have more fun. Simple as that.

// Buy more flowers for the house. For the office. No buts.

// Make more time for Happy Hour. The most important hour – non?

// Buy more shoes. Let’s face it, they make me happy.

// Love more.

// Do round two of 12WBT. Get rid of my badonkadonk once and for all!

// Take more photos with my fancy schmancy camera.

// Make time for a facial at least every 6 weeks. After all, giving good face is important.

// Bring back the bath before bed. Pure unadulterated bliss.

// Be a better friend. I’m already pretty good, but you can always try harder!

// Be the best Mum I can be to my lil’ Ginger Ninja.

// Spend more time on boats wearing white floppy hats.

// Say yes to every event. YES! Opening of an envelope? YES!

// Go back to India. Just for a visit, Silly Billy.

// Roll around in the park with SilverFox like a smug-loved-up-couple.

// Take more clichéd photos like this one that I took on NYE Twenty Ten.

// Roll around on the floor, like we used to.

// Catch up with old work mates. Then party like the good ‘ol days.

// Wear what I like, no matter how ridic I look.

// Get completely sloshed on Cucumber Martinis like we used to.

// Workit. Let’s face it, you gotta make the most of whatchagot.

// Watch more sunsets. Apologies, if you just vomited in your mouth.

// Explore more.

// Go back to Gwinganna and eat more food like this. Nom, nom, nom!

// Catch up with an old friend livin’ in Noo Yawk.

// Cut shapes. Bust moves. Dance floor. Do it.

// I said, do it!

// Take up residence in a fancy hotel. Even if it’s just for a weekend.

// Wear more silly glasses and make silly hand actions for bad facebook pics.

// Bikini. Body. Beach. You do the math.

// Go on more rides. Fun ones, not the ones that take me from state to state!

// More gigs, more often.

// Visit Marshall in LA LA LAND.

// Dedicated Friend Time. DFT. Like t-shirt time but better.

// Give good face more often. That means eyebrow rehab. I’m on a 12-step program.

// Go to more SBBE slash MBBE events. I want to meet you all, I really do!

// Get my hair cut, reg-u-lar-ly!

// Be an EVEN better blogger. I’ll try my best just for you – promise!