When our lawn mower broke and wouldn’t run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first: the shed, the boat, making beer. Always something more important to me.
Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.
When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush.
I said, “When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway.”
The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.
Boadicea's Chariot 
Brilliant 🙂
Yeah! but between now and the time you get to walk again …. will she bring you the potty when you need it?
🙂
And mash your food for you?
OZ
A limp what, pray??? 🙂
I got home from the pub one night and my wife opened the door stark naked. I asked her what she was doing and she said, ‘This is my lo-o-o-o-ve dress.’ I said, ‘Needs ironing.’
I’ll be out of traction in a couple more weeks…