Truth Detector! 03.10.07

I always know when Robbie is lying - I have radar! I knew he was in agony at work yesterday and by lunchtime I told him to come home. He claimed that he was only coming home because I insisted, but as it was the first time in his life that he has done as he was told, it was convincing evidence of how much pain he was in. Further confirmation of his discomfort came when he walked straight into the house and dropped his trousers! He couldn't bear them on around his legs. Thankfully there were no blisters, but the burned bits were very red and hot, and one leg was a bit swollen. I'd thought he only scalded his knees and lower legs but the inside of one thigh was on fire as well, and we both realised how close he came to a much more delicate problem. More cold water, cold compresses and letting the air get to his legs seems to have made a big difference and he is more comfortable (but still sore) today. He ordered two more pairs of trousers online last night, the way he is going we will be ordering them by the dozen!

Robbie is off to Preston for a meeting today, the other participants will be relieved to know that he can now tolerate his trousers on his legs and there is no reason to fear that he will be bearing his legs to the world - not today anyway!

Too Hot to Handle 02.10.07

Robbie had a disastrous morning. His very last job before leaving the house is to make a big travel mug full of steaming latte. He has often told me in excruciating detail exactly how much the travel mug holds, but for ordinary people like me it is sufficient to say that it holds the equivalent of two normal mugs. He left the house armed with the travel mug, but he was so distracted by the few words of greeting that he exchanged with our very attractive neighbour that disaster was only seconds away. I am still so cross about it that I will not dwell on the details, but due to his lack of attention he managed to drop the cup and scald his legs very badly. He yelled because the pain was so bad, the milk in the latte made it cling and his trousers stuck to his legs. He was hardly in the house before tearing his trousers off and dancing around in his pants. I made him stand in the shower and run cold water over his legs, but he didn't do it for long enough. He was so worried about getting to work because he had important meetings. I'm afraid it will blister and I know he is in agony, but he has gone to work anyway. I am not sure what the others at the meeting will make of him because he his struggling to walk and has a gait reminiscent of John Wayne. I am starting to think that Robbie's trousers are jinxed!