I would just like to record, for legal reasons, the fact that my husband of six years just tossed a kitchen knife at me when I wasn’t looking, causing said knife to stab me in the foot as it fell; and then mocked me as I bled.
Carry on.
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9 Responses to “If I May Crave a Moment of Your Valuable Time”
Six years? Crikey. I just wore that dress again last Sunday, for the second time, or as near as dammit.
The facts of this case have been grossly misrepresented. I tried to hand her the knife, but she had spaced out and failed to notice; so I chucked it onto the chopping board, where it bounced awkwardly and fell onto the floor.
Of course, if she had not spaced out she would have noticed it falling towards her foot…
Mocked you as you bled indeed. I well remember when *he* bled, and I got frantic text messages every two minutes to take him to the emergency department. Like a little girl.
Legally grey, I should imagine. Your word against his and all that. At best a lack of intent doesn’t bandage the wound. Also, ouch!
Yes, but I attribute that chiefly to undernourishement (I had had to abandon my cup of tea and biscuit at church in order to come to his rescue), and besides which I was very graceful. And I am a girl.
Dearest Sister.
I know a counselor,
Was it a rusty knife???
You could sue.
