This morning, I decided to chuck out my old electric blanket and get a new one. Faffed around under my bed for a while, disgusting, looking for the electric board thing, only to discover that it had become unplugged. So, that’s why my bedside lamp wasn’t working either. All that water in the microwave and over the kitchen floor for nothing.
Then, before lunch, I had the unexpected and rare pleasure of a phone call from Wayne, ostensibly to see how I was, but really to ask me if I meant all those things I’d said to him in the car on the way home. No, I didn’t, and especially that bit about how I wished I hadn’t served him with a restraining order after I left him.
New rule: (corollary to previous new rule.) Always get a taxi home from a colonoscopy. At least I won’t get a phone call from the taxi driver the next day asking me if I really liked him as much as I said I did.