I ache but nothing compared to my wife. I have been out for a bike ride with the children this morning, maybe not the best thing after a late night out for all of us. Anyway, they are getting better compared to how they have been doing before. Both make me so proud. As I posted last week, my daughter had an accident when cycling. That actually resulted in her having to miss a day from school due to the pain and bruising that it caused. I did not mention this and she did not seem to let this affect her and did really well. She pushed me at the first part of the ride and appeared to be proud that I was having issues keeping up with her.
My son and I went out for a ride earlier and he likewise was amazing. Likewise he was able to ride faster than before. He decided not to visit the skatepark but impressed me with just how much his stamina has improved.
We then went to a barbecue. The kids had a great time, as did we, until my wife twisted her knee. It had been playing up since last week and on Friday got worse after a fall at work. But things got much worse when out today at the barbecue when my wife twisted it. We are now all hoping that she gets well soon.
Three old ladies are sitting around a table playing bridge and bragging about their sons. “My Freddie,” said Margaret, “Everyone should be so lucky to have a son like my Freddie. Once a week he brings me a huge bouquet of flowers, he’s constantly bringing me out to restaurants to eat, if I so much as hint that I want something the next morning it’s on my doorstep.”
“That’s very nice about your Freddie”, says Gertrude. “But with all due respect, when I think about the way my Sammy takes care of me, it just can’t compare. Every morning as soon as I wake up he greets me with bacon and freshly brewed coffee. Every lunch he comes over and cooks me a gourmet lunch, and every supper he brings me to his house for supper, he truly treats me like a queen.”
“WELL!” Says Barbara “I don’t want to make any of you feel bad or anything, but wait until you hear about my Harry, twice a week he pays someone $200 an hour just so he can lie on their couch and talk to them, and who do you think he speaks about at those prices? Asks Barbara with a big excited double chin smile, “I’ll tell you who he speaks about! ALL HE SPEAKS ABOUT IS ME!”
