Herself came barging into my dreams as I dozed in the chair yesterday and woke me up.
"Would you examine my pee?" says she.
"Would you look at my pee and see if there is anything wrong with it?"
I had visions of microscopes pointing down toilets and dipping litmus paper into the foam. I'm all for fun and games but even I have to draw the line somewhere.
"Would you ever go and fuck off!" says I very politely.
"Ah go on" says she. "You said you would. You know it's been jamming."
"Oh" says I. "I fixed that yesterday."
Its amazing the confusion that can be caused by a simple biscuit crumb in her keyboard that was jamming the letter P?