The perfect end to this ‘cancelled’ day

Hubby has now clouted me in the face.
Not with the kettle I might add, but with his shoulder which came into forceful contact with my glasses which in turn walloped against my eye.
black eyeHe was mortified.

I felt like crying and told him to just go away and take the dog out for a pee.
He fussed about (it was quite nice actually in an irritating kind of way as I just wanted to sob on my own to get the day’s frustrations out of my system), getting me an ice pack from the fridge and cold water compress to put against it so that it didn’t ‘burn’.
I checked my specs, no damage there thank goodness: £185 for a new pair would have been even more annoying, but I had a nice patterned line indented in my brow to mirror the frames and it was starting to swell.

How did it happen, you might ask.
I suppose we could blame it on the wind, which had backed and was throwing the boat about so we thought we ought to adjust our mooring ropes.
We both stood up together, me leaning forward, Hubby leaning back, and

smackour bodies came to blows.

Vision without my specs is fuzzy at best. Trying to see without my specs through just one eye is therefore practically impossible, so I sat here on the bench with the pad over my bad eye and the good one shut thinking about the day and how I’d be glad to see the back of it.

I couldn’t think of one much worse, so I guess in 26 plus years that can’t be all that bad.
I mean, I’ve thumped, whacked, kicked and even almost throttled Hubby in my sleep, and there was that time of course when I wound up the car window whilst his head was still poked outside.
Then I remembered I’d put him in hospital shortly after we were married as his digestive system couldn’t cope with healthy cooking (honest! the doctor found it hysterical) and how Hubs fell out of the attic cutting his elbow down to the bone retrieving the shelf which I’d asked him to put up in the bathroom.

And I mustn’t forget one of the first mornings here on the boat when he cut his head on the hatch as it hadn’t gone back as far as he’d thought when he got up to take the dog out for her first pee of the day. And it was raining.

I actually started to feel better and was able to see the funny side.
OK, I might have a bit of bruising tomorrow, but hey. It wasn’t his fault.

love

The guy loves me too much!

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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4 Responses to The perfect end to this ‘cancelled’ day

  1. scifihammy says:

    Aw, sorry to hear of this. Hope you feel a lot better today! 🙂
    And sooo glad your glasses did not break!

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