The Husband

Look at the big shiny head...

Sorry, I got distracted there for a minute.

That handsome chap you're currently gazing upon is the husband. He is in charge of making me rest. He's not very good at it. I am a terrible patient.

We were having lunch in our local Whetherspoons establishment, The Bear Hotel opened sometime around 1796 to serve the coaching trade coming down the Bath Road. Ana was away at her fortnightly respite and Amy had a two hour party to attend at Pizza Hut. Peace and quiet.

Blood pressure: 113 over 73. No hospital for me!