It's Not What You Think

My Dear Princess, Loulou and Fellows,

I'm a rotten, rotten husband. Caro has been in pain for about 18 months and I've never even mentioned it. 

She started complaining about pain in her hand a while back. I thought it was RSI, and to be honest, her mobile is CONSTANTLY in her hand. It is like part of her arm. I'm pretty sure I have blipped pictures of her before with her asleep, phone still in hand. 

So she tried to break the habit - and bought herself a phone handle thingy. It seemed to help a little, so we left it at that for a while. 

But it got worse over time. And it seemed to move around - up to her shoulder - down to the other hand and back again. Mysterious. It took her a while to get it investigated, but earlier this year she took herself to a specialist and a physio and they are now looking into it.

They still don't know what it is though. 

The physio gave Caro this cuff to put on her arm. She hated it at first, but the point is to stop her using her wrist too much, and it seems to help. She has grown to LOVE the cuff, and enjoys sleeping with it on.

I think it makes her look a bit like a superhero. 

All of that preamble is to tell a story of something that happened yesterday. Caro had arranged for a guy to come to our house to measure it up for window shutters. He went around all the bedrooms, taking measurements, but in order to get to the window behind the bedhead in the big bedroom, he needed to move the bed. 

He gave the bed a shove, and THIS fell out from under the duvet. 

The shutter man went bright red. "Oh... err.... I was just trying to... that is... I needed to measure..."

Caro didn't know what to say. 

I mean. It is not like you can just blurt out, "That's not my dildo-holster" without using the word "dildo". 

So she said nothing.

The man moved on to the next window quickly. And fortunately, he didn't find the strap-on shoved under her pillow. Or the leather knickers under mine.

S.