It Hurts to Laugh, but let's do it anyway.

"Can you see my slipper, darling, think it might be under my chair?"

"Yep, hang on..." I kneel on the floor by my husband's feet. The slipper is on the floor right at the back of the chair. I get up close.

And personal.

I retrieve the slipper before bringing my head from underneath the chair, just centimetres from my husband's crotch. Which is the precise moment a lovely nurse approaches to see her patient and his wife in a rather uncompromising position.

One has to laugh at such antics. Or one may drown in one's tears.

Note to self: remember the good times. Bin the bad.