What can you do.

When you have had an op on your foot apart from lay back, drink tea, watch telly and be waited on. Up at the crack of the sparrows to go to Morrison's then the Chemist, come home and make breakfast for the wounded soldier (who got the breakfast in bed) and then do my chores of cleaning the bathroom, hoovering and dusting. a mans work is never done!!!.

As this picture was taken on the sly I am now going to run away very, very far and hide in a bucket and pretend I am a weasel. Probably better this way then suffer the wrath when my dearest see's this.