This morning my lovely old lass is having her toenails cut by Dear Daughter (does not trust my arthritic hands) when DD eventually arrives. All oldpharts here will know what happens to your foot-claws as one ages: they take on the consistency and tensile strength of annealed metal, become thick and gnarled. So her plan is to soak her feet in hot water, to soften the Gnarly nails.
Then she decided to have me carry the lappy onto the kitchen table, so she would have something to do whilst waiting. At which point I was asked this question:
“Am I safe to use the laptop whilst my feet are in a bowl of water?” I resisted all humorous, inconsequential, confusing replies and just said “Yes.” After all, the insurances are in order, what could possibly go wrong? (didn’t say that out loud) ??
12 yo granddaughter, here on a sleepover last night, left the room for a giggle. I asked her later not to mention the conversation to mum and dad. I am not really cruel…
When the Thought Police arrive at your door, think -
I'm out.
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