Around 3am, I got up to go the en suite loo. Legs are very wobbly so sat down, did my business and as usual grabbed the bath to get back up. Like the grand old duke of York, When I got halfway up, the legs collapsed and my bum clattered off the toilet seat and I ended up on the floor. My long-suffering wife was wakened by the commotion and came running through to see what the fuss was about.
i managed to get on my feet, got back into bed and then had to face the Spanish Inquisition. After telling her repeatedly that I was fine, she asked again if I was ok, I told her that the only thing That hurt was my bum and to try and lighten the mood, I said that she could kiss it better if she wanted. Oh dear! Now to be fair she was getting up at 6.30am to go to work, but she let rip with a sentence that contained so many swear words that her old English teacher would be overjoyed with her expressiveness.
She he can’t be that mad because before she left for work,she asked (without using any swear words) if I was ok. I told her that I was.