Job complete, I returned to an altogether more pleasant and sedentry slouch in a comfy chair and awaited the return of my wife. She came home some time later, entered the kitchen and announced her intention to make some coffee, and would I like some? I responded with my customery grunt (of the type all too familiar to those who have been married for a very long time), and awaited said beverage.
Ten minutes later, peace is shattered by a loud "AGHH SHIT!" quickly followed by "AGHH FUCK IT THATS HOT!" Anything wrong dear? I enquired, "YES, I'VE SPILT BOILING COFFEE ALL OVER THE PLACE!" came the frantic reply.
Alarmed at this news, I jumped into action and ran into the kitchen to find coffee all over the worktop and wife running hand under cold tap.
She see's the concern on my face as I rush in, and her own face displays the kind of look that says "here's my white knight come to my rescue". This look disolves rather quickly however, as I rush past her and cross the kitchen to inspect the stack of CDs sitting on the coffee covered worktop. "Oh thank god for that, no harm done I mutter as I walk past her cradling my loved ones, to return them to the safety of the shelf on which they normally reside.
My dear beloved apears to have suffered no lasting effects, but is difficult to tell as she seems reluctant to enter into conversation with me for some reason.
Bloody strange buggers you lot are ! My stuff is only played a few times in order to make countless copies (for personal use only) .