This week's 3WW words were scared, frail and amaze.
“You never fail to amaze me with your stupidity.” She could be venomous, my wife, but this time it was more than deserved. “Tell me again what happened.”
I shuffled my feet, head down, looking more like the frail old man that I had sent to the hospital, rather than the strong, virile thirty-something male that I am.
“As you know, Cyril rang this morning. He said he wanted to go and watch one of the grandkids compete in the diving championships today. Being that he is your grandfather, and that you were busy, I agreed to take him.”
A grunt was all I received in reply, and when my wife offered nothing else, I continued on with the story.
“I met him out in front of his house and I drove him down to the beachside lookouts – thinking that this was where they would be having the competition.”
Raised eyebrows greeted this and, although we both knew that marriage was both sacred and forever, if I didn’t put forward my best argument, there wasn’t going to be much ‘forever’ left for me.
“Anyway, we got out of the car and Cyril wanted to know what we were doing here. I told him that this is where they were holding the diving and that he needed to get a little closer if he wanted to watch the competition.”
“Why did you presume a local diving competition would be held at a local beach lookout?” She is clever, my wife.
“Well, it’s all the rage nowadays, isn’t it?” I raised my hands to ward off the invisible daggers heading my way and continued the story. “Cyril edged closer to the railing, mumbling something. I asked him what he said. He replied that he had never experienced cliff diving before. So I showed him.”
I held my hands out to her in a gesture of peace. I could see the anger and fury building in her. Once more I feared for my own personal safety.
“For the last time: Cliff is our nephew. Pop said he had never experienced Cliff diving.” Another set of daggers flashed my way.
“You really are brain-dead, aren’t you?”