Our evening turned into a nightmare. Hubby had trapped his false foot between the kerb and my car twisting it badly so instead of waiting until today to get it repaired properly he decided to do it himself. He hacked at the cosmetic padding, ripped bits off it, slammed it down on my dining room table scratching it which he said he wasn't the least bit bothered about. I don't think the two Guinness helped , and he was getting angry and frustrated and as usual I was getting the brunt of it.
The I Pad beeped and it was our daughter and grandchildren face timing us, we went from Dr. Jekyll to Hyde in two seconds flat. Hello, yes we've had a lovely day, yes everything is fine, blah blah blah, you could have knocked me over with a feathe! ! Back to working on the leg I said he should leave it as he didn't know what to do, accused of not supporting him I gave up. I am wasting time and energy I may as well talk to the leg I think I'd get more sense! So today we ended back at James Cook for another three hours and at the moment it's comfortable. Let's see how long that lasts. See you tomorrow.