Minstrels.

M is brilliant. I'm useless today; weak and dizzy and left breathless by the tiniest tasks. I've not been this ill in years, but M has made it all OK; he went to the shop and bought me Heinz tomato soup, Minstrels and a Pick Me Up magazine (even though he morally opposes buying magazine with headlines like 'my neighbour set fire to my garden shed and killed my budgie'). I was given hot water bottles, glasses of water, back rubs with Deep Heat and a cheese and mayonnaise sandwich. I only managed a couple of mouthfuls of soup and half the sandwich, and only TWO minstrels -the ultimate sign of my hopelessness. Bedtime again...