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The incident of the frightening frying pan and the dog who didn’t bark!

February 10, 2017



Twas midnight on a wild and windy night, when my delirious husband thought he heard the sound of breaking glass downstairs and, in spite of the pain from recent spinal fusion surgery, leapt from our bed shouting about burglars in the house. His long-suffering wife (that’s me!) opened a bleary eye and, turning on the bedside lamp, watched her brave man as he staggered across the bedroom and rummaged in a corner, where he triumphantly raised a baseball bat kept there for potential burglar-whacking  activities. He was stark naked apart from a huge surgical dressing up his spine and, once the adrenalin wore off and pain took over again he swiftly turned as white as that dressing and called for our son.

James appeared swiftly, justifiable confused, dressed in a fetching ensemble of vest and red Christmas underpants, with an equally bemused and sleepy puppy in tow. They had been…

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