Sciatica and i have a troubled relationship.
Two days ago i handed him a one-way ticket to the North Pole
and said, ‘You’re off on a working holiday, Santa is in need
of lots of help this time of year.’
“You’ll find out when you get there,’ and as i pushed him out
the door i added, ‘and don’t ever think of coming back you little bastard.’
Fat chance. But for 48 hours at least the house has been full of life
without him and his constant nagging.