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FF – Man Flu

Here is my little story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.

Can anyone tell which dialogue belongs to the man in this tale? πŸ™‚

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Copyright Dale Rogerson

 

β€œAll these damn boxes and a plant as well. I can hardly see the telly!”

β€œWell, dear, you could always get up off your backside and help me unpack.”

β€œGo straight for the nuclear option, why don’t you. β€˜Get up, shift stuff’. I’m not well and I’ve already had a hard day at work.”

β€œWell so have I! And I’m not complaining.”

β€œYou’re not ill. I’m ill. I’m probably dying.”

Oh please, God, let it be true…

β€œWhat? What was that?”

β€œNothing, dear. Now, if you want to watch the telly, move the boxes.”

β€œStuff this. I’m going down the pub.”

β€œMen!”

 

  1. August 2, 2017 at 9:02 pm

    Well if he gets run over by a truck en route we won’t cry much. πŸ˜‘ Well done scene of domestic un-bliss.

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    • August 3, 2017 at 8:35 am

      Then he really would have something to complain about πŸ™‚
      I’m glad you liked it!

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  2. August 2, 2017 at 9:06 pm

    hehehe A very familiar scene! πŸ˜€

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  3. August 2, 2017 at 9:09 pm

    No, sorry, I have no idea which is the man’s narrative, and, by the way, I can’t get to the fridge to get a beer!

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  4. August 2, 2017 at 9:13 pm

    It’s a hard life being a man sometimes.

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  5. August 2, 2017 at 11:03 pm

    Boy am I glad my other half is not one of these
    … erm … types! 😁

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    • August 3, 2017 at 1:25 pm

      Sounds like you got one of the good ones πŸ™‚

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      • August 3, 2017 at 1:35 pm

        Yep, a needle in the haystack. (No, I didn’t find him in a barn. πŸ˜‰)

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      • August 3, 2017 at 3:55 pm

        πŸ™‚

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  6. August 2, 2017 at 11:33 pm

    May I poison his beer? Fun take on the prompt. I like the fact that you used the boxes instead of the flowers.

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    • August 3, 2017 at 8:38 am

      Yeah, go on, make him actually ill πŸ™‚
      I’m glad you enjoyed it!

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  7. August 3, 2017 at 12:59 am

    Not ALL men, thank god. Not all of them.

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    • August 3, 2017 at 8:38 am

      You struck it lucky from the sounds of it πŸ™‚

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  8. August 3, 2017 at 3:44 am

    Oh it was rather easy to tell which was the whiner – I mean man – in this dialogue!

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  9. August 3, 2017 at 6:49 am

    Lol.. story of our lives :D. He is probably dying but can go to the pub. Hahaha

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  10. August 3, 2017 at 7:05 am

    Superbly written, fun read
    Click Here to see what Mrs. Dash Says

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  11. August 3, 2017 at 11:45 am

    Dear Ali,

    That didn’t take too much brain power to figure out who was saying what. Man Flu…perfect title. Too sick to move boxes but not too sick to go join his mates at the pub. He’ll probably tell everyone what a shrew his missus is. Good one.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    PS I hope she stacks all of the boxes in front of the telly. πŸ˜‰

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    • August 3, 2017 at 1:19 pm

      Dear Rochelle,
      That’s about the size of it! That’s men for ya πŸ™‚
      Ha, or she could repack the telly in a random box and then he’d have to unpack them all to find it πŸ™‚
      Ali

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  12. August 3, 2017 at 1:50 pm

    Such a fun story! Loved it.πŸ™‚

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  13. August 3, 2017 at 2:18 pm

    Hahahaha! Typical grumpy old man!!

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  14. August 3, 2017 at 3:33 pm

    Yeah, I could tell which was the man of the piece. I have a cold this week and I’m miserable. Fortunately, I have learned not to complain too much, even though I live alone. Maybe that’s why. πŸ˜€

    Fun story read, Ali!

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    • August 3, 2017 at 3:56 pm

      Yeah, I’ve tried complaining and waiting for soup and whatnot but since I too live alone it came to nought πŸ™‚

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      • August 3, 2017 at 4:04 pm

        Yeah. Thats; when you find the dishes don’t wash themselves! πŸ˜€

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      • August 3, 2017 at 7:16 pm

        I know, right? I keep telling Alexa to wash the dishes but it appears all she’s good for is playing music and turning the lights on and off. Which is good, because the light switch is a good 5 metre round trip…

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      • August 3, 2017 at 7:33 pm

        πŸ˜€

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  15. August 3, 2017 at 3:35 pm

    Too sick to work, but not to sick to do the pub.

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  16. August 3, 2017 at 3:38 pm

    Yep, I could easily tell who was speaking. Funny and good writing, Ali. πŸ˜€ — Suzanne

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    • August 3, 2017 at 3:56 pm

      Thanks, I’m glad you enjoyed it, and spotted the man πŸ™‚

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  17. August 3, 2017 at 6:16 pm

    I do think I can guess who is whom! They are pretty arrangements, though.

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  18. Life Lessons of a Dog Lover
    August 3, 2017 at 7:34 pm

    Great dialogue, it took me into their world.

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  19. August 4, 2017 at 12:41 am

    Good idea – I’ll meet him there for a pint. Women!

    Click to read my FriFic

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    • August 4, 2017 at 6:57 am

      Yeah! Boxes tend to unpack themselves naturally within a year or two of moving house anyway. And I hear the pub has a 60″ TV…

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  20. August 4, 2017 at 5:51 am

    what a lucky guy. he’s got an understanding wife. πŸ™‚

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    • August 4, 2017 at 6:58 am

      She’s long ago come to terms with his little flaws… πŸ™‚

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  21. August 4, 2017 at 1:42 pm

    It would be a shame if he walked all the way down to the pub only to find out they had junk blocking their telly as well…

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    • August 4, 2017 at 3:02 pm

      Haha. I suppose there’d be consolation beer…

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  22. August 4, 2017 at 4:10 pm

    That please God let it be true line made me laugh out loud! I love the title too. Man flu – perfect!

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    • August 5, 2017 at 5:16 am

      She’s a long-suffering wife, I think. Man flu can be quite selective regarding which activities may be safely undertaken πŸ™‚

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  23. August 5, 2017 at 8:18 am

    Seems like a regular day!

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  24. August 5, 2017 at 12:35 pm

    Pretty accurate. Having moved 17 times in 22 years, I can vouch for that. I’ve packed the house, packed the truck, unpacked the truck, unpacked the house I’d say 99% of it each time. Annnd, I’m looking at a possible move again in the next few months as Hubby is seriously pursuing work back in our home state, nearer to our friends. Move #18 is on the horizon. Packed the first box last night… but it keeps meowing.

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    • August 5, 2017 at 4:08 pm

      Wow, that’s a lot of moving. This time, unpack your stuff and leave his in boxes. Or does that mean it would never get unpacked? It would with me πŸ™‚
      Save the cat!

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  25. August 5, 2017 at 2:42 pm

    I would pack my bags and leave and leave him to do all the unpacking πŸ™‚

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    • August 5, 2017 at 4:09 pm

      Good idea. A nice relaxing time in a hotel while hubby does the work for a change. Or would he… πŸ™‚

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  26. August 5, 2017 at 8:37 pm

    Ah, funny how he feels well enough to go to the pub!
    Good story!

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    • August 6, 2017 at 4:19 am

      Yeah, weird that πŸ™‚ I’m glad you liked it!

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  27. August 5, 2017 at 11:42 pm

    Hehe. The nerve to put stuff in front of the telly. Under the circumstances going to the pub might actually safe his life (and give his wife some rest)

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  28. August 6, 2017 at 1:16 pm

    The pub was probably on the doctor’s advice. Man flu is real. Requires a lot of love, nurturing and chicken soup to help the man pull through. And sports on the telly.

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    • August 6, 2017 at 4:45 pm

      You have the treatment exactly! Are you a doctor? πŸ™‚

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  29. August 6, 2017 at 3:06 pm

    My heart bleeds for him. At least, I think it does.

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    • August 6, 2017 at 4:51 pm

      Poor chap, he deserves our sympathy. I can hear very tiny violins playing…

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  30. August 6, 2017 at 3:37 pm

    A prime example of a caring sharing man. Hardworking all the way to the remote, or his pint. Preferably both. Easy to distinguish character through this dialogue.

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    • August 6, 2017 at 4:54 pm

      Let’s hope the pub will deliver drinks to his table. The bar is so… far… away…

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  31. August 7, 2017 at 12:32 pm

    Oh man flu is the worst! Some men (not all!) turn into total whiny babies when they get sick. Great characterization through the dialogue — I could picture the couple’s dynamics very well (sadly for them!).

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    • August 7, 2017 at 1:00 pm

      Man flu is the worst! I just want to stay tucked up in front of the telly and have people bring me stuff πŸ™‚
      She sounds quite the long-suffering wife.

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      • August 7, 2017 at 1:41 pm

        I feel you, I want that when I have the flu too! The key is to find someone who fully reciprocates and takes care of his woman when she’s sick, too. That way, nobody has to be long-suffering. πŸ™‚

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      • August 7, 2017 at 4:01 pm

        Give and take, that’s what it’s all about πŸ™‚

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      • August 7, 2017 at 5:07 pm

        Agreed. That way, the most either has to be is “short-suffering.” πŸ™‚

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  32. August 7, 2017 at 9:50 pm

    Geez what a grump ass!
    You’ve portrayed him well.

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  33. August 8, 2017 at 2:25 pm

    This was so real πŸ˜€

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  34. August 8, 2017 at 4:07 pm

    He’s dying?
    And he can get to the pub?

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    • August 9, 2017 at 12:02 pm

      Exactly. The very definition of man flu πŸ™‚

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