Monica's entry

I knew he was going to burn himself on that stove.  I told him to be careful, use gloves I said, but he doesn’t listen, he never has. Now’s he got a burnt hand and can’t do anything. I had to bind it up and tell him he wasn't going to die. Bloody men, you’d think he was dying. God know what’ll happen when he is actually properly ill. Last year he had some sort of nasty cold that was going around. He swore it was going to turn into pneumonia "at his age". Which reminds me, we must sort out a local doctor. He never will. It’s always me that has to deal with things that really matter. And this ridiculous diary he’s writing. Well that’s it for this entry.