Remote control

One evening my husband was engrossed in a football match airing live on television, when I naturally had something vital to tell him. Despite it being an important game featuring his favourite team, whatever it was I had to say just couldn't wait (although now I haven't a clue what it was) but at the time it was so imperative that I had to tell him right away. As I prattled on, a little unsure I had his undivided attention, my eyes were uncontrollably drawn towards the remote laying on the coffee table. Suddenly all thoughts disappeared from my mind as I saw how dirty the control was. Before my husband could say a word, I whisked it away and gave it a quick clean with a wet wipe. I don't know what chemical wet wipes contain, but they clean up literally anything and everything. Whilst I rubbed away the dirty smudges, I accidentally changed stations several times, much to the dismay of my husband trying to watch football. Thankfully he always remains in good spirits and has a sense of humour at all times. He simply laughed as I apologetically handed him back the remote control, which he then held tightly, lest I decide to clean a little more! By this time I had long forgotten whatever it was I wanted to tell him - I guess it couldn't have been really that important after all. A sense of humour is so important, and I'm blessed to have a husband who can laugh and see the funny side of life. Having Parkinson's, a sense of humour is vital, and without this, I don't know how we'd make it through each day (or even a simple football match!).