I am just so fed up lately, I have a strained the ligament in my knee so walking is a problem, more so when you have a lively dog to take for a walk. I have a knee guard which helps a little bit but there is no fun in walks at this moment. I asked the doctor, not my usual one who is on holiday, how long will it take to heal, and the smart arse said 'how long is a piece of string?'.
My partner is no god darn help and I am fed up to the back teeth with him.
I asked him to help hover the stairs a week ago, 'I'll do it.' he said. Yeah what darn year? I will nag him agin today.
Asked him to put the bin out, a job I always do. Our house is in a lane and so there is no access at the front for the binmen. As the house is also on the side of a hill, the back yard is on three levels and has a steep set of steps leading to the road behind. I heard the binmen, they were at least 40 min early which is why I looked out the window and there still in the garden was the bin.
Anger does give you wings! I got the bin out just as they got to our house. And just as my other half got to the back door, hah the binmen had woken him up and he had rushed out to get the bin. Too dam late mate.
I did not bother cooking dinner that day. I am not going to cook today either, he can get himself a pizza.
On a happier note Redd, our german shep, well his manners are improving. He is much more friendly towards Tom and seldom growls now.
