I think I'd better stay out of a certain large room downstairs for a few days. My back is not at all happy with me today, although at least this afternoon I can walk without too much difficulty. My loving and tender-hearted wife was making fun of all the whimpering I was doing this morning. (Yes, you were, Moira, don't deny it.) And my bird was laughing at me.
I think far too many of the women in my life enjoy my pain.
I think far too many of the women in my life enjoy my pain.