Floo stricken

We've both been ill with chest infections and jolly bad colds, and Mr T finally managed to give in to it and visit with the doc.

Dr S: You've definately got a chest infection...
(tapping at the computer)

Mr T: (pulling his t-shirt and jumper back down) Um, I take it those are antibiotics?

Dr S: Uh huh, now I take it you are getting all the
sympathy you need?

Mr T: (looks up expectantly) No.

Dr S: And, I take it you are getting all the tender loving
care you deserve?

Mr T: (grumpily) No.

Dr S: Ah, you've got a wife like mine, then.

Man 'flu is life threatening I understand.