Afternoon all, hope all is well, and if not, sending every good wish.
I am considering changing Mr P's name to "Mutley".
Does anyone remember watching the cartoon series (with or without their children) called Wacky Races?
One of the principal characters was Dick Dastardly, with his dog, Mutley. Often, when they got into a scrape, Dick would cry "Mutley, do something!"
Well, a few minutes ago I was attempting to put a recipe book back on the shelf in the kitchen. I am not very tall. I was sort of reaching over Mutley Mr P, who was sitting at the table.
The edge of my shirt caught the rim of his (full) wine glass, which promptly toppled over, spilling it's contents all over the kitchen table, which at the time was home to my Kindle, a half finished Daily Telegraph general knowledge crossword, and Digby 
who I know shouldn't have been on the table.
So, what did Mr P do?
He stood up.
That's it, he didn't reach for a tea towel or some kitchen roll, he didn't grab the Kindle, he didn't even attempt to catch the glass! He just bloody stood up!
Even Digbys reaction was a bit more noteworthy, ok he didn't dash across the kitchen to get a tea towel, but he did at least dash across the kitchen.
So, I set to with a cloth, mopped up, then went to hand a sponge to himself to wipe down the table to make sure it wasn't left all sticky, only to find that his main concern was replenishing his glass. 
To add insult to injury, he didn't top mine up!
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Well it is important to have a glass of wine to hand, think he should be severely reprimanded for not refilling your glass 
Ha Ha, Nfk. That's exactly what I thought.
Nothing worse than being responsible for the spilling of a glass of wine....Oh the shame, Oh the waste.
Perhaps my expectations are wrong? I really, truly did expect some sort of attempt (however feeble and ineffective) at mopping!
You put your boob through a quick wash, Auntieflo?
I hope Digby has recovered from the trauma 
Deedaa thank you for you concern for Digby, topping up his biscuit bowl seemed to restore his equilibrium .
Auntieflo lunch was practically done, but himself did dish up!
It wasn't the spillage that was the main problem (although as it was a rather good Sauvignon Blanc I did have to fight the urge to suck the dampened cross word
) it was more his complete lack of attempting to take any remedial action, I.e. grab a cloth and mop up!
I can see it now, phoenix. Mine? Well, he would have jumped up, knocked over anything still standing including me in his rush for the - wrong - cloth. Spun round looking for the right one to see me clearing up the mess. He would then have refilled his wine before taking his glass elsewhere saying he was pleased all was now well (!) but he would sit somewhere quieter. There would have been a certain level of frostiness when I discovered the wine bottle was now empty. Poor Digby, pleased he escaped relatively unharmed and is showing no symptoms of ptsd .
Well, I think your DH shows great forbearance and fortitude in the face of adversity phoenix
Spilling good 
indeed (not even your own!)
And he said nothing
Mine would have commented on how clever I was to have done that - and observed that at least it was my Kindle not his.
Salt in a wound.
Mine would have told me to sit down before I did any more damage and would have fetched a cloth himself. Sorry ladies, I'm being very smug, but it's taken three husbands to get this!
(Oh, and by the way, while I was on a visit to stay with my daughter, he sent me a text to say he's booked a cruise for my birthday later in the year.)
Don't you just hate smug women like me?!
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