I came back from work, my legs were shaking. The husband (M) brought a cup with soup and a trace of a basin with hot water. In the cup - a spoon, in the pelvis - the legs.
M: Isn’t it too hot?
I: No, it is great. It’s a pity that you can’t wear a shoulder on your knee, it hurts a lot.
In the same minute, I accidentally knock my palm on the handle (or like his there) of the spoon, the cup with hot soup is turned around and the whole hot soup is poured on the painful knee...
In fact, this is what I am about. Dear universe, thank you, but it didn’t work so literally!