Past few weeks I had been very busy,
stressed and tired, so I have done nothing. At least nothing good – I messed up
the design colours on my February quilt. And decided
not to bother about it. Instead I decided that the faulty bits will be a lifetime reminder of THAT English breakfast.
It all started two weeks ago when DH rushed
the breakfast. The full Monty. Bacon and eggs, hash browns and black pudding,
sausages and mushrooms... (See - he is still very nice, not yet out of the honeymoon mode). The killer was the black pudding – it slipped and disappeared in the depths of the fridge. DH bent down to find the bugger, caught the lead of the deep fat fryer and spilled the smoking hot oil all over himself.
Good job that DH is rather hairy and wears
glasses thus face got only few freshly fried patches, not even worth mentioning. The right shoulder, hand
and knee weren’t so lucky. I burned my hand just by pulling his clothes off (and
it was at least 10 seconds later!).
So he ended up with 6% body burns, some 2nd,
some 3rd degree which means hospital and surgery, skin grafts and
all other fun. He was bad enough not to be admitted at our local hospital but
was sent to Burns unit at Queen Elizabeth II hospital in Birmingham.
DH being a rather typical man decided that lying
in hospital is not exactly his kind of sport, so he insisted on being
released... Do you see where I’m heading?
Yes, he has been home since!!! Without functioning
right arm... On Sunday I even needed to change
the advanced burns dressings (believe me, it’s not a light experience, for both of us, especially
after our nosey cat decided to join the fun in the middle of the procedure!)
Codeine is my blessing as it throws a bit of
a nice, fuzzy cloud over his extremely bored brains but anyway – as a result of
all this fun I messed up with my design colours. Trust me, it’s so not me. My stitches
aren’t perfect but keeping track of patterns in my head never had been a
problem. So I blame English Breakfast (you can’t blame your own husband,
right?)
What your husbands do when they are
extremely bored and restless? Mine picked some shopping therapy (believe me, he
is a man!). So...
Last week he bought:
1)
a new car (Volvo),
2)
a caravan (with aircon and all
that),
3)
a new laptop,
4)
a satnav for the new car,
5)
a new TV,
6)
10 tickets for Eurotunnel,
7)
2 Crufts tickets for me.
Actually I’m very happy
about the Crufts tickets. Well, as a dog person, going to Crufts is some kind
of a lifetime event itself. But the best for me is – it ends on the 8th
of March. So DH is planning to drive us to France (for nice holidays!) only on the 9th of
March, not this coming weekend as he was planning before ticket purchase. It
doesn’t matter that he can’t walk, sit down or stand up properly right now, and
his right hand (according to doctors) is at least a monthaway from
any driving... He is planning to start light driving this week already (like a light trip to York and another one to Wales). No, he is not suicidal, and he is trying to
convince me that codeine is not guilty either, so I can only blame that English
breakfast again). It’s such a shame that we married just last year – otherwise
I would consider taking really drastic steps to calm him down :D
Oh Ann - you are awful! Drastic Steps - LOL
ReplyDeleteI really hope you hubby heals quickly!
Holy cow, when he does shopping therapy, he really does it up big! Not like us going on a fabric buying binge eh?
Well Crufts now --- that sound wonderful!
Wow, that man doesn't do things by halves! I hope he heals fast and is able to enjoy your holiday - if not maybe you will have to resort to drastic measures anyway. Have fun at Crufts too. :-)
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