Our line for this week is:
“Well, I didn’t want tea anyway.”
The tea had been left to grow cold by the bedside and she was sulking.
He sighed, taking the tray out of the room and went downstairs.
Drinking his own cuppa over breakfast, he waited for the expected thump on the floor demanding his attention.
He made allowances though, knowing how frustrated she was being laid up after her fall.
Complete bed rest the doctors had said. He’d always done the housework, shopping and cooking, so ‘keeping house’ wasn’t an issue. In fact, he quite enjoyed it, even more so now as she wasn’t forever getting in his way making snide criticisms.
He loved her unconditionally, in sickness and in health and all that, but there were times!
The thump knocked him out of his thoughts and he stood.
‘Yes dear?’ he called.
‘Where’s my tea Bill?’ she shrilled.