Around the middle of the day I get to the folks for a
cup of tea, to be told there are a couple of jobs they could do with a hand
with. Now I have no problem at all helping out, as the ailing one is well on
the way to recovery, and will soon be able to do these things again himself.
But given that, much like me - and now you know where I get it from - he has
never been particularly pro-DIY; I wonder how soon he’ll feel able to resume
what he used to do, when the house husband is on tap to help out.
I crack on with the cleaning, with an ever more painful
finger which I am due to take to the doctors this afternoon. It’s been hurting
on and off for a couple of weeks now, and I see the GP registrar who is very
helpful, and advises me it is most likely soft tissue and ligament damage, and
prescribes me some gel to rub in. I’ve no idea how I did it, but fingers
crossed, not that I can at the moment, it’ll sort itself out. It doesn’t stop me
doing the ironing, and making the tea.
The eldest had invited a friend home after school, in
this case a boy. Now Mrs P and I are very confused about the whole
boy/girl/friend status thing. In our day, it would have been a boyfriend, but
lines seem to be more blurred these days. Anyway they disappeared into a room
together to chat, and once again we have no idea on what is the etiquette on
these things. Suffice to say he is a very well mannered young man and cleared
his plate at tea. So I could argue he enjoyed my cooking, or you could say that
teenage boys will eat most of anything, as long as there is a lot of it.
Yours looking on the bright side.
Jay
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