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.
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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