A weekend wincing, reminding, and telling Shaun off

The whole weekend went a little like this:

Shaun would reach for something with his broken shoulder arm.

I’d wince.

Remind him his shoulder is broken.

Tell him off because he’s still reaching.

But to make him feel better, because life with a broken shoulder sucks, especially with me shouting, Myles took us out for ice cream. It was a good ice cream. The chocolate around our chops proved it.

Tomos James