“It’s a good life, if you don’t weaken.”
Every time my George issues those words, my resolve to kill him strengthens. He has only been out of hospital for 3 days and I’m run ragged even more than before. He’s been told to take things easy following his sudden collapse last week. So he has. Literally. Just when I thought I’d found five minutes to myself, and was about to bite into one of my favourite naughties …
“Liz, you are going to put the vacuum around aren’t you? The District Nurse will be here soon.”
