A broth to help fight the flu

摘要

The Captain is laid up. He's got the man flu. The only company he wants at his bedside table are Night Nurse and a thriller by Lee Child. He's groaning, shivering cold and his muscles ache. Yes, it's man flu all right. Time for me to abandon his end of the ship and head for the back cabin, light the fire, make up the cosy and inviting little bed and keep out of his way. The very last thing I want is to be sneezed and coughed over throughout the night. He's in isolation, in bed under the tug deck where he will be confined until signed off and declared fit to return to the helm. But there is no escaping the fact that I will have to administer to his needs with sustenance and cold drinks plus his whisky night cap, and re-trace his footsteps at the end of the day with my antibiotic spray.