Mr Blighty came home from work earlier than usual last night. He was in a very good mood and looked very pleased with himself. "Why are you home so early?" I asked suspiciously (I had only just had time to untie the tennis instructor*). "Oh, so I'm not allowed to come home to my own house and see my lovely wife?" replied Mr B. That did it, I was extremely suspicious. I scanned the hall and noticed an interesting looking package sitting there. "What's that?" I said. Mr B told me to wait till after supper (he was already climbing into his protective suit and putting on his helmet and visor). While he was wielding the hammer and chisel (my macaroni cheese tends to be very robust) I tried to wheedle further information out of him. Is it a present for me? Yes, he responded. I was now beside myself with excitement. And when he added that it was something I had always wanted, I almost fainted with joy.
At last Mr B finishes his supper and I hose down the kitchen, and Mr B does some quick dental repair work.
He hands me over the package, inside is a large box tied up with a red bow. I rip it open, like a frenzied toddler with a Lindt bunny at a Easter egg hunt.
This is what I find.
What a difference just 2 letters can make.
Mr Blighty is now back in the spare room. Indefinitely. And pointing out he got me the chrome version is not going to help.
*
Joking of course. It was the plumber.**
Thanks to Amazon and Rolodex for use of the picture.
