My whole world has collapsed.
I am bereft and distraught.
I am in mourning.
It all started nearly four years ago.
There I was sitting in my favourite armchair when there was a sort of thunk noise, and I slid slowly southwards. A fucking spring had broken.
At the time, I decided to fix it, and though I say so myself, I did a fucking good job. After all, my repair lasted nearly four years?
Ever since then life has been normal, except that maybe I tended to lower myself into my seat with a touch of caution and trepidation.
A couple of weeks ago, there was another thunk, and my left buttock slid suddenly down by about an inch. Bugger! It meant sitting with a slight list but I got used to it, over the next few days.. Within another week there was yet another thunk and while a third spring had obviously gone, at least I was on an even keel again.
I made a decision. It was time for hospital. Herself tried to talk me into buying a new chair but I couldn't bring myself to condemn an old friend to death. So it was carted off by ambulance yesterday.
They are operation around now. They said they would phone me if the worst came to the worst, but my chair is strong. I know it will pull through.
It's the waiting that's the hardest.