Mr H is away with work this week, always a joy for me! I have had a day of cleaning and ironing as the weather has been pretty changeable - glorious sunshine one minute, hailstones the next. About an hour ago I suddenly wondered if I had shut the greenhouse, so ran out into the hailstorm, skidded across the gravel, and crashed into the corner of the wooden raised bed. Instantly my leg swelled up into 2 huge lumps, and hurt. A lot. I shut the greenhouse, staggered back into the house, got some frozen peas to put on said led, and poured a glass of medicinal wine. It hurt so much I cried.
Mr H phoned at 9.15 pm as usual - I could set my clock by him. He regaled me with the tale of his evening, and then, in passing, asked if I was ok. "Well" I said " I've really hurt my leg, crashing into the raised bed. It's really swollen, I'm sitting here with a bag of frozen peas on it"
There was a pause..........."well I hope you can get up the stairs, I'm off now, night"
I don't expect him to rush home, there's no need, but a bit of sympathy wouldn't go amiss! Never mind, if I can't get up the stairs I'll just have to bed down with the dog!
Hannah x
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