My husband has a septic ear. The stitch that he had put in his ear which is supposed to help him quit smoking has gone yukky. This is the second time in four weeks this has happened and the second time in four weeks I have had to do minor surgery with nail scissors, tea tree oil and lots of looking away.
I did this last night. Today he had to travel to Wimbledon at the crack of dawn to sit a six hour exam (more of this may possibly be revealed later. It has to do with Canadians. I am trying not to think about it), and his ear was still sore.
This evening when he got back, his ear was on fire and extremely unpleasant. I ministered unto him. Then I decided I didn’t want him to die of septicaemia. I packed him off to the drop in clinic at the Royal.
He was not happy.
He has just got back with some anti inflammatories, some antibiotics and a doctor who gave him a sound telling off and told him that his nagging wife was in fact right, and he should have gone in earlier.
Vindicated.
I have banned him from having a stitch in his ear any more. I cannot be doing with it. I’d rather he smoked cigars than had to have his ear amputated.
Despite his putrid ear, I have decided to keep him.
He did a very, very lovely thing today. I am entirely undeserving of this lovely thing, and most undoubtedly spoiled.
Last week I ordered the Emma Bridgewater crockery I wanted that I bought with the money my parents gave me for my birthday. Jason ordered it through his account because I am not to be trusted. It is the same reason why I do not have an e bay account. I have no willpower whatsoever.
I was out yesterday when they tried to deliver my parcel. This morning I drove to the depot to pick it up.
It was a big box.
Too big for just the things I had ordered.
It transpires that Jason had bought me the gallon tea pot that I have been drooling over for the last few years. You can see the image here. I would take a photo, but I am too lazy.
I cried and cried when I unwrapped it, I was so amazed and happy and grateful and ashamed at crying over a teapot and how spoiled I am, and everything, and all the stuff.
It is currently sitting in the middle of the kitchen table, just being there, and being massive and making me smile whenever I look at it. I keep expecting a dormouse to pop out of it. I do not have occasion to fill it with tea over the next few days. It makes twenty cups full at a time. I may however, fill it with lemonade and have an anarchists tea party.
That would be good, no?
Just be pointed over here from twitter…. your post put a smile on my face! Will be stopping by for more
Thanks.x
You could probably use it for a cake lucky dip – OK, you’d probably have to wrap the cake pieces in foil – but it will surely come into its own when you have a Not The Royal Wedding Party.
Noreen
Oh yes. What a good idea for a party.
PS Commiserations to Jason – it’s miserable to have ear lurgi, and I know whereof I speak – but yes, it needs treating soonest, so well done you. When I was a student I once had mould of the ear and the infection spread out across my face…
I’m sorry but have you given a previous explanation of the stitch in the ear thing and the stopping smoking? I am utterly confused. You will have to explain it slowly to my poor little brain. I’m glad he went and got it sorted. I hope it starts to improve really soon.
The teapot is gorgeous. I have to say I think Jason is rather special. I admit to being a pretty spoilt woman myself, Beefy bought me my KitchenAid in December for no real reason other than we just stopped by a kitchen gadgety store for one small utensil and they had the colour I’ve been wanting forever in stock. A surprise in the mail like that though is extra special because you weren’t even around to mention it subtly! I agree that you should keep him. If it were me I would take any opportunity at all to use it, an anarchist tea party sounds divine.
Ali
Not really. It’s a thing this acupuncturist does. It’s supposed to put pressure on a point which suppresses the craving to smoke. It worked for J’s friend. Not for J.
Kitchenaid eh? Beefy is a keeper then. xx
that is exactly the size teapot we need at my mother’s when it’s tea time! i’m glad your husband is a mouldy but a goody. you deserve it — and him — i think.
Bronxbee
It is tremendous, and tremendously satisfying. both the pot and the husband
yes and I would like to come , pretty please?!!
oh and
you are very kind to him and so you deserve ginormous teapot – now if only I could convince Tudor that I too am deservorous
Ros
You certainly may. How’s it going with the deservings?x