It seems my wife needs constant husbandly supervision.
Angie went to Mozambique for the long weekend on a girls’ outing. She
managed not to damage herself in any dramatic way until yesterday when
she decided to climb out of a window, her room-mate having lost the key
to the door.
She wiped-out on a metal chair, fell on her knees and adjusted the
position of her big toenail.
Once back in South Africa, I drove her to Olivedale Clinic. Even with
the benefit of local anaesthetic, I think Angie will testify that having
her toenails pulled off would be an effective torture method.
Angie, my love. If I may make a request?
Please stop trying to dismantle yourself.
The Waffle Group 