Househusbandry Horribilus...
Herself, ensuring that I remained chained to the stove at her beck and call, hurled herself face forward onto the bitumen road not far from home on Monday afternoon, late. As if having two damaged shoulders and the lurgy, she now has a seriously-sprained angle, a grazed knee and two grazed palms.
Of course any sensible person would have come straight home, but the attraction of a stroll (hobble) on the beach was too strong. Arriving there, she duly collapsed (surprise, surprise) and sat waiting for me to miss and retrieve her. Hah... I was busy cooking dinner, and anyway it wasn't all that unusual for her to stay away for hours with her book.
The following morning she returned, all crutched up, from another visit to the doc with ankle duly strapped and a bag filled with homeopathic remedies. The good news (!) is that she'll be laid up for 5 weeks or so, and that means I get to do the dishes every night...
She is all set up downstairs with her beloved PC, near the kettle and the dunny...
I'd say the whole episode deserves a poem... what do you say, missus Mo?
Got to go... dishes to wash, food to prepare, floors to sweep, job to go to.
Sigh........................
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