blue ankle; blue mood; blue air

Philippa took the day off work. She could hardly walk this morning. Her ankle is swollen and a horrible purple colour and she’s yelping and cursing when she tries to stand up. I thought about calling in sick myself so I could look after her, but she’s in such a foul mood I decided I’d be better off at work. Awkward customers are a lot easier to deal with than my beloved when she’s in a bad mood.
If it still looks rough tomorrow I’ll take her to A+E and get an X-ray.

TheLoveMachine is rattling like a dustbin full of spanners on a turntable. I’m trying to tell myself it’s an old vehicle and it’s winter so it’s perfectly natural for her to struggle a bit, but I think I might have to bite the bullet and get her looked at. There’s a VW specialist about ten miles away but his fees are pretty high, and he looks too much like Shaggy from the Scooby-Doo Show for my liking. I’m worried he might get stoned and accidentally take out the engine.

RC 9-1-12