"Eat it<u><i>on</i></u>me? April dear, you do have a funny turn of phrase sometimes!" Heather wasn't really concentrating. She was watching the movie, and for some odd reason, April's words conjured up a memory quite at random, from almost twenty years ago, when she had been lying in bed one January morning, April was a 5-month bump, just barely visible, and she'd had a craving for sushi and chocolate ice cream. Mike had come through on both and had supplied her with breakfast in bed. And had threatened to smear the ice cream all over her and lick it off! Heather banished the memory, because while it was a happy one, it was also making her horny.<br/><br/>When April chose Hugh Grant's classic she teased right back,  finishing with, "Well at least you didn't choose Bridget Jones' Diary!" Not that she had anything against that series, but that was a bit more mush that she wanted right now. "Well, yes... But he's also Prime Minister of England. That has to count for something!" She giggled and added, "Plus, the idea of having a country's special forces at your command just to bump off your ex, is quite a turn on!" And then there was the revealing scene between Billy Mack the ageing rock star and his manager Joe. "Awww, that always makes me cry, you know?" She sniffed and wiped away a tear, then giggled at the line "Ten minutes at Elton John's, you're as gay as a maypole!"<br/><br/>With the movie over, April declared she was ready for bed. Heather yawned too. "Mmm, me too dear, that would be wonderful, thank you." She paused at the second question. "Umm, I'll try, I suppose..." She wiggled herself back into the wheel chair, managing not to land on the floor, and wheeled herself into the bedroom, where April was waiting. "Ha ha, yes, everyone loves penguins! Thanks dear." The bed was low, just a little higher than the wheel chair, and Heather started to heave herself onto it with her arms. Unfortunately she'd forgotten the brake on the chair, and Newton's third law of motion being universally true (except at the bottom of a deep gravity well or at velocities near the speed of light) the chair rolled away. The bed clothes were not the ideal thing to hang onto either and in less that ten seconds, Heather was crumpled on the floor.<br/><br/>"OW! Bugger!" She looked up sheepishly at April and, just tp prove she still had her sense of humour, quipped, "Uh, yes. Very comfortable, thank you..." She eased one leg out from under the other with her hands. "I don't think anything is broken. Except my ego. I guess I could use a hand?"<br/><br/>Once she was on the bed, Heather pulled off her top and bra, then wriggled into the pyjama top. "Very cute, dear." She smiled. Pulling her pants down was a little more awkward. she could lift her hips a tiny bit lying flat on her back but not enough. "Hmm. Try this." She pushed herself up into a sitting position, reached forward and wrapped her arms under her knees. When she rolled back, she pulled her legs up with her. The pose was decidedly undignified, but with one hand at a time now keeping her legs up, she was able to use the other hand to wiggle out of the sweat pants she'd worn home from the hospital. The effort of getting them off her feet proved too much though. "Ugh, could you get the last bit dear? And put the PJ pants on me? Thanks."<br/><br/>That done, she let April kiss her goodnight and put the light out. Tomorrow was another day with fresh challenges to face.