Two Smart Arse men and one cringeing wife.

DH is making me a cold frame to go at the side of the greenhouse. All has been going well until this morning when he cut his finger while using a hacksaw.

It looked pretty deep and he's on Warfarin so I drove him to our local minor injuries unit, which we are very lucky to have only six miles away.

After a two hour wait (there were only six other people in the waiting room) a male nurse showed us into the treatment room. I went as well because DH has a habit of making up his medical history as he goes along!!

When asked what he was there for, DH said (cue the joke) 'I've tried to cut my finger off with a hack saw!'

Stony silence, hard faced glare and without a hint of humour....'In that case I should be referring you to a psychiatrist.'

I'm sure a female nurse would have teased DH and joked about what he'd been up to but you could have cut the tension with a hacksaw knife.

I quietly mentioned the Warfarin which earned me a stony stare as well.

'In my opinion, people on Warfarin shouldn't be allowed near any sharp objects'

DH fired back with, 'I might as well shoot myself then!'

Oh, this was going sooooooooo well.

Thankfully, the cut, although deep, wasn't as bad as it looked and a few steri-strips and a bandage later, I was heading for the door like a bolting rabbit.

DH wasn't behind me....He was busy entering into a meaningful discussion on the necessity of keeping minor injury units open in rural areas with his new Bessie Mate.