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.
He 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

our 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.

The guy loves me too much!

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