He's come home from work, and the first words out of his mouth were "I've got a bad foot!"
It's gout, he gets it pretty regularly, usually after he's been on a red meat binge. He ate far too much bacon over the bank holiday weekend. And sausages. And alcohol. Entirely his own fault!
Anyway, now he's hobbling around, huffing and puffing, making sure everyone knows he's "ill". I just can't muster any sympathy, in fact I'm finding it hard to resist strangling him. AIBU?