Some years ago, Mr. Mhor fell off a wall and broke his leg in three places.
(This occurrence really deserves a post to itself. Nobody was there to contradict him but he SAYS he wasn’t drunk when it happened.)
Mr. Mhor had left his phone at home, too. Of course, he could not remember my phone number off the top of his head so I did not know where he was for three days.
He had been taken to hospital and had undergone several operations by the time I managed to hunt him down. Eventually he came home with his leg in plaster and decided that a spot of intensive gardening would undoubtedly cause rapid healing to take place. I thought it would be better to elevate and rest it but what do I know? I’m only a nurse, after all.
So anyway. Sunday came round (as usual) and I sallied forth to church to play the organ (also as usual) and take choir practice (again, as usual………..)
Upon my return, Mr. Mhor was sitting in the garden looking rather anxious. He revealed that a “very large snake” had accosted him whilst he was weeding. Exactly how this snake had “accosted” him was not clear.
I had a ready answer, needless to say.
That, I said, will teach you not to spend all your time gardening when you could have been doing the ironing.
