Actually, I didn’t think up that title.

Herself did.

Yes, she is home again and installed the the infamous Back Room.  She is delighted at the room, the new bed, all the decoration and the various other bits of furniture.  She is also delighted with the fact that the bathroom is within pissing distance.

She’s not happy with her new knee.

It is still paining, but not as much as the injuries sustained in the hospital.   There is a weird black spot on her heel and no one can decide whether it’s a bed sore, and actual injury or what.  To me it looks like frostbite.  There are also other areas where injuries have to be salved with ointment and covered up again.

But back to the title.

I pointed out to her that I wasn’t particularly ‘reluctant’.

She pointed out that it wasn’t exactly a job for which I had signed up.

In fact I did.  All that ‘sickness and in health’ shit in the small print of the marriage contract.  It’s a bugger of a contract but no one ever warns you of the full ramifications.  I should have run it by my solicitor first?

Anyhows, I did sign up, but I suppose like car insurance I thought I would never make a claim.  And now I am a full time carer.  Frankly it doesn’t bother me that much.  It is indeed a full time job and doesn’t mean too much spare time for scribbling inanities here or even doing jobs around the house and garden.

But it’s a hell of a lot better than driving up and down those fucking motorways.