Not to Wait Any Longer?

[MitziK]

Been up since 6am. Mainly because I stupidly forgot to switch my work alarm off.

We were supposed to be doing the last bit of shopping today, but he dropped his phone on his foot yesterday, resulting in a black toe (that he won't countenance getting checked out because he can still walk on it and wouldn't take Paracetamol for it or use a cold pack, but that's another story).

I'm sure he had a rough night, but when the planned alarm went off, he promptly went back to sleep again and is snoring his head off now.

There's no point waiting or trying to get him up now, is there? It'll be another hour before he agrees to leave, probably another until he actually gets dressed/picks the least uncomfortable shoes and will limp pathetically and want to come home after ten minutes, so I'll be stuck with the equivalent of a grumpy teenager hiding in corners and not engaging with me at all.

Fuck it, I'm going. Should have left at 7 like I was planning to in the first place.

Go without him!

Definitely go without him. By the way in my experience (of being so clumsy I'm often blackening my toes) there's no point getting it checked out. I did the first time, got it X-rayed and everything they said it was broken but not much I could do anyway apart from protecting it from getting more damaged while inflamed). He should still be able to hobble around on it if he can fit it in his shoe though so no excuse not to help at Christmas.

He emerged just as I was about to walk out of the door and insisted on coming along 'to help by carrying things'. By the time we got to the first shop, he was saying 'don't get anything we can't get round the corner tomorrow' and 'stick to the list', along with pulling faces at the aged trolley shufflers who had no sense of where anybody was around them.

By the time I'd picked up five things - meat, bread sauce, parsnips, fresh sage and some strawberries - I sent him off to limp home. Apparently, 'Go and sit on the Old People Seat outside Marks and I'll be out in ten minutes' wasn't an acceptable suggestion. Even though that's MC for 'Fuck off and stop bloody sulking, I said I'd go by myself' and he really should know that by now.

I've bought him some super soft and fluffy socks to accessorise the Dressing Gown of Woe I'm sure he'll be adopting for the rest of the week. They didn't have steel toecapped slippers, unfortunately.

I suspect I'll be doing an early morning Gin Run trip to Waitrose tomorrow. Alone.

But I've just got home and he's cleaned the DTwatCats' Little Box of Evil, washed his hands thoroughly and is now slowly making bacon rolls whilst intermittently drawing his breath in sharply and then sighing.

I think I'll do the vacuuming afterwards and leave him to wash up - after all, I wouldn't want him to drop a Miele on the other foot because it cost me a bloody fortune , would I?

he dropped his phone on his foot yesterday, resulting in a black toe

How can it cause that much damage? It's a phone. Unless it's made of lead.

Big phone, big case, I suppose. It's a Sony - the internet says that it weighs just over 6 ounces without the case and I suppose dropping it from waist height directly onto the 3rd toe twat put enough force into the corner that hit to cause the damage.

At least the phone wasn't smashed in the process.