We were planning on going out this afternoon, but I’m afraid that changed when I was walking through the living room with a pile of ironing in my arms and tripped over the hoover pipe, which Himself had left carelessly lying across the floor. I jarred my knee again and threw the ironing across the living room.
Himself did start to laugh – he claims it out of fear, but I don’t believe him – until he cottoned on that my sense of humour had left me about the same time as I lost hold of the ironing.
My knee has now ballooned up yet again and aches like hell. I’ve told him that if it hasn’t gone down by tomorrow he’s going to be giving me a piggy back because we’re off out for the day. Although, as we’re both off on Thursday and Friday (picking children up from airport on Thursday) we’d be better off missing the bank holiday traffic and staying at home tomorrow.
There you go, I could stay at home and write a story instead.
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Went in to town on Saturday and brought Himself’s Birthday present. A Sat Nav. Himself didn’t get a Christmas present either, what with leaving it for the sales and then breaking his shoulder – so I wanted something a bit special. We don’t normally spend that sort of money on Birthday presents, but it was a one off and he’s wanted one for ages.
Himself set it up and was well pleased but the best part for me was watching our youngest walk down the road (at two miles an hour, so it told him) with the sat nav in his hand seeing if it would direct him around the village green. It did too.
3 comments:
Well she might have stayed at home and actually had a go at writing something. But no. This is how much the woman is avoiding JJ or anyone else for that matter. She's got a knee the size of a Belfast Bap and instead of lying on the settee and having Himself feed her peeled grapes - the man's riddled with guilt thanks to his carelessness with the hoover - and doing some writing, she's cleared off to sit on the M whatever in a Bank Holiday traffic jam. The lengths some people will go to to avoid doing the right thing by the readership. You never know she may have taken paper and pen to pass the time while travelling at 3 miles per hour in the traffic jam.
Some of us have been at home all day writing.
Pooks
I should think so to. Stop your whinging and get Chapter 3 finished; it's rude to keep people waiting.
*ring ring* 'phone for you Pot'
readers have been telling me how nice it is to get a quick update on stories. No-one is hanging around here with their tongue hanging out wondering what's happening with Harry and Sam. Everyone is up to date. As far as we know. Some of course have been sleeping but that's not our fault. Nosirree.
Pooks
*waving from the moral high ground*
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