A Bit Of A Prick

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

So there I was. Sitting on the couch at around 5pm today. The tradies had gone, having put up three sections of actual fence, and I was thinking about starting dinner.

Then I got a call which was unexpected because it was from Caro, who - last time I saw her - was taking pictures of the semi-completed fence.

"I need your help!" she told me. "I've fallen."

Now I don't know about you, but I was picturing broken limbs, or twisted ankles. Maybe a bear-trap. My point is this: I was PANICKED.

So I ran out into the garden and followed Caro's voice. "I'm down HERE," she said. 

She was spreadeagled on the other side of our new fence, in the brambles. "I fell over in the brambles and now I'm stuck."

Relief, and the urge to take a photo surged through me. But no. I'm a good husband. But it would be funny. But I really should help. But it WOULD be funny.

The fact that Caro in the brambles is not my blip today should tell you what a good husband I am.

So anyway, all Caro wanted from me was her elbow length gardening gloves so that she could disentangle herself from the thorns without shredding herself. I tried to help her at one point. And shredded myself.

Fortunately, while Caro had been lying there, waiting for me to bring her the gloves, she took photos for me. See today's extra, which is Caro waiting for me to come to her rescue. 

When she extricated herself, she was covered in scrapes and scratches, but one shower and a hot dinner later and she was feeling good enough to tell all her mates. "Guess what happened to ME today?!"

And now I am doing likewise. I love having a comedy wife.

S.