I don’t know if I mentioned before that Herself is a bit under the weather?
Maybe I did, and maybe I didn’t. It’s not important.
Anyhow, she started complaining and coughing a few days ago. I ignored it, but then the neighbours started complaining that her coughing was keeping their children awake at night when she was working in the garden. I brought her to the doctor.
Now, Doc is away on holidays and there was some stand-in replacement at the surgery. This replacement obviously wasn’t very good as she immediately gave Herself some tablets and told her to take things easy. Take things easy? For fuck’s sake! It’s no wonder the replacement doesn’t have her own practice if she is dishing out namby pamby advice like that.
Anyhow, yesterday the coughing was getting on my nerves so for once, I told her she could have a day or two off and have a lie in in her shed. The potato crop can wait for a day or two.
For those of you who have never visited the Manor, the shed is quite a distance from the house. It’s in the far corner just behind the nettles. This presented a problem. How was I to stay in touch with her? I could have used my mobile phone, but she has a habit of switching hers off for some reason. I didn’t feel like shouting so I was in a bit of a quandary.
Then it struck me.
The perfect solution.
Now, I like Skype in my laptop. It’s a handy little programme and is great for keeping in touch with people. I installed it on her laptop, and brought it down to her. That cheered her up because she likes playing on the Interweb. I showed her how to answer Skype and I left her to it.
Now, if I want to talk to her, all I have to do is Skype her.
I think I’ll Skype her now.
My mug of tea needs refreshing.
Not a smoker is she ?
Of course she’s a smoker. You don’t think I’d marry an atheist?
You put yer foot down .. with a firm hand Grandad … 🙂 🙂
Got your message!
Such a thoughtful husband you are GD.
I axed.. oops, I mean EXed, my last OH, when he started hiding my ciggies. He said my bronchial hacking got on his nerves too much. Complain, complain, complain. Confiscating my secret booze stash was one thing – but hiding my coffin sticks…tsh..!
Anyway, as I said – I ‘exed’ him.
Come to think of it (random thought and nothing to do with anything); the cabbage patch did really well that year……
Geri – Hiding fags is well out of order [unless of course, I’m doing the hiding?]. You were right to terminate ex him. Funny you should mention cabbages. I usually do well with my crops too. Strange?