I Love My Husband

So this week, The Hawkster has gone into stratosphere on the 'Good Husband' front.

He's taken Mum:

– to the Nurse, for a diabetic appointment

– to St George's, for a geriatric appointment

– to the docs, for another appointment

– to the opticians, as she's blind as a bat and needs glasses

– to the hearing test place, as its ditto for the ears

– and when he got up with a stonking hangover this morning, having tied a massive one on at the Boat Show with the boys yesterday, I plonked a nice little tub of Granny Wee on his chest, to take with him to the last appointment. My how lucky he is….

Plus is standing here making her dinner as I type.

What a bloody good son-in-law he is.

Plus he's just recounted that Mum whipped her top off in the docs, and the poor fella (H that is) didn't have a chance to run for the door in time. Now that's going above and beyond…

I Love My Husband. Not everyone would have welcomed the mother-in-law into their home with such open arms. Good, good boy. And as I know he hardly ever reads my blog (the swine) there's very little chance of this compliment going to his head!

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