"Can I borrow your foot?"

This has become a Whale-ism.

Every time he needs to transfer from bed to wheelchair someone has to put their weight on the walking frame as a counterbalance. This is because he has problems bending at the knees and he maintains the floor is slippery.

It's true his right leg has become stiffer of late but I'm not so sure about the floor.

Anyway, whereas Whale used to be fairly independent about getting in and out of bed or wheelchair there is now the shout

"Can I borrow your foot?"    umpteen times a day.

It's not that it's a strenuous task but his timing can be a bit inconvenient. Of course, he's not to know what I'm doing all the time but when I've just sat down with a cup of coffee to read  my favourite blogs or I'm enjoying a TV programme with a cat curled up on my lap I can't help inwardly sighing.

But when he can see I'm in the middle of cooking or washing up (his bedroom adjoins the kitchen area) then it does get a bit exhasperating.