Mutter, mutter
I've hurt my back. I don't know how that happened. I'm sure it can't be anything to do with helping Husband to carry a great big heavy old television downstairs and out to the car.
As we were struggling down the front steps the rubbish men happened to be passing. One said, 'Do you want a hand with that?'
'No,' says Husband, 'we're fine.'
Mutter, mutter. It's only a little ache; I'm sure I'll be better in time for circuit training tonight.
posted by Liz @ 1:39 PM
6 Comments:
bloody hell; last time my back got done in i was likened to the hunchback of notre dame. couldn't straighten up for love nor money!
Still can't get onto your site, gledwood! Get a warning message when I try.
Men!! or is that husbands :-/
PS: I just checked out Gledwoods site and I can get in...
A bit late this ... but if you ever have to get somethig like that down a flight of stairs again , put it in a sleeping bag and , hanging onto one end of the bag firmly ( like grim death) , you can let it bounce down gently .
Men probably, cherrypie. If you visit Gledwood, please tell him I'm still getting the warning.
It was only going to the rubbish tip so we needn't even have bothered with a sleeping bag now I think of it, sonata!
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