Harrumph!

My recent, and only real, surgery seems to have included a true surprise gift to my wife. It’s nothing like spam emails promise either.

I may suddenly be ticklish. If so, she has a lot of foot ambushing to do.

While no sadistic, I haven’t always respected her pleas not to tickle a foot. Her forced giggles are exhilarating.

What wasn’t fair is that she has never been able to get me back. While I can certainly feel tickle attempts and even jump a bit when startled by nail strokes, I never feel like laughing and could easily totally ignore the effort. She says that’s not fair.

A week ago, I had major surgery on a broken lower left leg. Now when people change the dressing or even wash the sole or side of the foot, I am not in control.

If this holds, I have no doubt that the pent up tickling will begin, likely as soon as the cast is off.

I hear that turnabout is fair play. She’s been waiting a long time for that. What did Doyle have Holmes say — The game is afoot?

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