Laughing at the afflicted

The Castle now has an invalid in residence on the couch, moaning gently in pain.

Prince Daddy had quite a bad accident yesterday on his bike and his loving wife was not terribly sympathetic.  On his way out of the door to work, Prince Daddy wiggled his back wheel, commented it was loose and decided to fix it “later.”  100 yards down from our house, the wheel and bike parted company and Prince Daddy and the kerb made acquaintance.  Forcefully!

Prince Daddy brought the bike home and set about walking the 3 miles to work, albeit with a limp, the sound of my sniggers ringing in his ears.  Several hours later, his slightly more sympathetic boss, noticing his leg was swollen to the point where his trousers were bulging, whipped him into her car and off to the local A&E.

Many hours later, the aforementioned boss brought Prince Daddy home with the instructions to stay away from work for the next 3 days.

In the fall, (leg meeting road) Prince Daddy’s kneecap parted company with Prince Daddy’s knee and now the two have to be bound together until they make friends.

Little Prince is very impressed.  He is loving playing doctor with a captive patient and the knee is receiving lots of kisses.  Doctor is also demanding cups of tea for the invalid.  He approaches invalid, wakes him up with a smacked face and a kiss (tough love) asks if he wants tea then drags Princess Mummy off insisting I make tea for Prince Daddy.

I fear one of my Princes is taking advantage.  As Prince Daddy was putting his tea to his mouth, Little Prince shouted “stop”.  Two pairs of identical eyes look into the cup then met mine.

“I think this needs a skit mummy.  Shall we lets have skits?”

With a sigh I went to collect the biscuits. 

“Daddy only likes chocolate” shouted the most demanding doctor in the world.