Having said I'm ready to move on with life without my H - just a quick report of his latest doings that might make people smile a little.
He came into the house this afternoon because he'd picked the kids up from school (my L and I figure he's been told by his L to start doing this so that he has more of a claim over my assets).
Anyway, he was limping badly; in fact could barely walk.
I didn't say anything, but he was wearing shorts and I could see his knee was swollen up like a balloon.
I guess taking up football at age 42 might not have been such a good idea after all. But anyway, people have knee reconstructions all the time these days...
While H was here, I went to let our new puppy in to the house and found that a newly dead rat had been deposited on my back door mat.
I shreiked and H came out to see, as did the kids, who were horrified. Yuk, yuk, yuk!
And guess what Daddy did?
Smiled and said "See ya kids. Gotta go now." And left us to clean it up.
And I know, I can deal with this sort of thing just as well as he can, but ... it didn't do much for him in the eyes of his kids, I can tell you. They were begging him to help, but he just said "No".
Maybe his knee was too sore... or perhaps he was running late for football training!
