Busted

This morning I was asked to move a small table (and me with a busted leg) by she who must be obeyed so naturally I just got on with it.  No moaning, no back chat, no huffing or delaying.  You know me.

I may have displayed a bit of dumb insolence as I swiftly grabbed it, spun around and carried it out of the door - but it wasn't much.  Unfortunately I caught the door frame and knocked one of the legs off.  It was the one that I fixed a couple of years ago and promised it would last forever.

Buggerit.