By Mairead Robinson
I’ve slipped a disc, and Jim from next door offers to pick up groceries, but then he proceeds to tell me that when he put his back out, his ex-wife, Carol, had no empathy, which is why she left him, but it’s no good being on your own, and he could help me out in other ways––like with the garden, or maybe when I’m better, some country walks or pub lunches because it’s really all about companionship, isn’t it? Though he does miss intimacy, and I’m quite an attractive woman for my age.
On balance, I prefer my chronic pain.
Hello Mairead,
Great cautionary tale ; beware of Greeks bearing gifts.
Well done, M.
Love the pacing of the story and its humor.
I love this and the free association style you used.
Thank you for a good laugh!
This made me laugh! Cheers.
Oh yes. The “nice” guy. Expertly described and perfectly paced. Great job.
Yey! Nice one 🙂