Last week Mario proudly advised that me he was the best husband ever.
“I’ve booked you in for a remedial massage for your hip!”
Probably not the reaction he was hoping for, but I immediately groaned and asked “whyyyyyyyyy? That’s going to hurt like hell!” He insisted I go, and begrudgingly I agreed.
On the weekend I’d noticed there was a bit of hip pain again, and trying yoga didn’t seem to help it too much like it had in the past. I daresay because of the heat, I was so reluctant to do much for fear of sweating. Hence there was quite a lot of couch time this weekend. The more I walked and winced, and as much as I hated to admit it, Mario had been spot on.