A knee replacement

After knee surgery, I spent some time in school wearing a very light weight ankle to calf knee brace made of very tough plastic underneath my trousers. During this time I was asked to see a parent who was very concerned about her son, who she felt was being bullied. I sat next to her and listened very carefully to her full account, knowing as I did that the problem, like most, was very much a “six of one, half a dozen of the other” situation. The parent continued for some considerable length of time to the point where I thought it was time to “round off” the meeting. As I was doing so, the parent then added, quite vociferously, “and now he’s been pushed down in the playground and hurt his knee”. I very carefully replied with “Oh I do sympathise”. Even more irate the parent then said “Oh I don’t think you do”. Then the devil came over me and I tapped on my leg with the knee brace three times and said “Oh I think I do”. Within seconds the parent, clearly thinking that I was the proud possessor of a false leg, stood up very quickly, thanked me for my time and effort and was out of the door before I could raise a breath. Naughty, I thought….but nice!