The Prof was poorly yesterday with a nasty tooth abscess.
It must have been very painful and he looked dreadful when he got home but after a bit of ' hands on' care he managed to weakly consume half a turkey lasagna, a tub of Marks and Spencer custard and a small bit of carrot cake.
So much for " starve a fever"
Yesterday afternoon I left him sleeping on the couch and took the dogs to the beach, where Winnie met up with a small girl on the promenade.
" Look Mum....big.....titties!" The girl chirped up pointing excitingly to Winnie's line of teats
and I suddenly felt somewhat deflated when the girl added " ewwwwwww they look disgusting ..she needs a bra"
I couldn't disagree
I'm not a fan of big titties.....and big nipples make me feel rather nauseous
I guess that doesn't come as much of a surprise to anyone.
This morning after sneaking back to bed after taking the Prof for the 6 am London Train ( he's back to normal today after a days worth of antibiotic) I got a facefull of Winnie nipples when she tried to cop a furtive belly rub when I was dozing. They have a strangely cold and slimy feel.
A bit like tripe fresh from the fridge.
Anyhow, my favourite " nipple" story hails from 1986.
I was a very new Registered Psychiatric staff nurse on a " mother and baby" unit in York and was attending my very first staff meeting in the day room which led off the main entrance . The ward sister was a phenomenally calm and obese woman who never raised her voice even in the most fraught of situations and I remember that right in the middle of discussing a particularly knotty nursing problem , she stopped and raised her hand.
" now I don't want anyone to turn around, or to react in any way" she murmured quietly
" but some unfortunate lady is trying to push her nipples under the sash window"
Now that's professionalism !